Bad Sign

Today I woke up early, but that’s a bad sign
Feeling refreshed from my deepest slumber
Hoping I don’t go into a manic attack this time
But as the day passes, I see it’s got my number

Sliding down that slippery slope of mania alone
Wishing I could experience any other emotion
As I’m falling helplessly into that bad zone
Into swell after swell of this manic ocean

I can feel the head rush coming on, focus lost
Gritting my teeth and trying to put on a façade
Unfortunately, each time this happens, I pay the cost
It like being in the spotlight of a fast moving parade

The warning sign was there, I just wish it weren’t true
Each time I wake up early, feeling great, I see now
Before Cymbalta, of mania, I didn’t think I had a clue
Measures to bring this feeling at bay, I just don’t see how

I pray my medications will set me straight for tonight
And my sleep medications will put me right out
Onto my lost reality, I desperately try to fight
But through med after med is my only route

Tomorrow I see my doctor in the light of day
Hoping he can prescribe something to help me
I just need a little something to keep the mania at bay
And he’s the only one that holds the key

Today I woke up early, but that’s a bad sign

(((hugs)))