Manic Depression so named no more
Major Depressive; Affective this role.

I know what I want
but I just don’t know how to go about getting it.

Feeling, sweet feeling
drops from my fingers: Music.
Sweet music, I wish I could caress.

I think I’ll go tear-myself-up; go on down
Really ain’t no use in me;
hanging around, You know.
what I’m trying to say

I wish I could caress.
a frustrating mess.

[J.M.Hendrix ~ Manic Depression]