i know i'm slipping, regressing back to my old,
i feel it, the depression, the anxiety... the pressure,
forcing through the cracks if the flimsy brick wall,

i'm being treated and yet they don't work,
nothing wants to work with me anymore...
i'm always feeling sick, weak... like i'm about to pass out,

i can't make phone calls, or send a simple "hello",
the screaming inside won't let me–you see, i type, delete, then type again and repeat,
i stress, i worry, i cry for no reason,
without a blink, i overthink and think nothing more this season.

it hurts, my pain, although it's not physical,
the mental cage that i've put in place, it's nothing more than trivial.