My reply to my poem Lows vs Highs.
I’m scared I’m on a downward spiral. Been rambling for hours. I need things to make sense. Nothing is right now and I don’t know what to do. My tears are through deep pain. 😭
Lows vs Highs.
I need to put a stop
To the all so frequent lows
Then fear sets in
Thinking of the highs…
The good times.
Many of those
I hate to say
Were done in ways
I don’t want anymore
The highs were from
Feeling so low and the
Need to escape
That moment in time.
Lows are at the forefront
They have been for a while
That’s what I deserve
Highs are an illusion
That rips me up inside
Simple things
Now seem complicated and
No more than an illusion.
The smiles that hide tears
Not tears through laughter
But through intense
Emotional pain.
What if the term
‘Do what makes you happy’
Is as twisted as the illusion
When lows vs highs.
Because…when does
Happy switch to sad?
Lows turn to highs.
Good times to bad times.
It’s all so hard
It’s like everything’s fine
When it’s not.
But I don’t know anymore.