If I had done it.

•  I am suffering more pain that one can endure
  Please help me believe that there has to be a cure
  I have somehow climbed inside the deepest part of mind
  To the darkest place I could find
  Is anybody out there? Is there anybody out there at all?
  From upon my high horse, from grace I fall
  I am back in this hole I was stuck in before
  I know that there is nothing worse than bipolar’s who whine
  But I promise that in this poem this will be my third last line
  I just wanted the happiness promised, I gave away life, I miss being high
  But for now I leave you with my sincerest goodbye.