Relatable?

The hyper highs and the sunken lows drain me of my fight,
The volient dreaming and the quiet silence of a sleepless night,
The visions that dance with hullicination,
The voices that mix reality with imagination,
The sense of adventure the drive to be free,
The obcessive hobby and spending spree,
The desire for romance and sometimes pure lust,
The place of suicide seems like a must,
Like the serins that lure sailors to rocks So my soul to suicide flocks
The waves the one constant in a choppy sea,
This is what suicide is for me.