With slouching back and drowned out eyes,

shaking skin and writhing.

"It will be okay!" they lie,

but they all no nothing.

Sleepless nights and restless days,

the looming feeling always stays,

it presses in your heart is ways,

that make you feel like dying.

Pressure plastered on your chest,

chains around your hands and neck,

never ending without rest,

if ONLY you were dying.

second by second, "its just a few minutes",

but you're forced to constantly relive it,

caged by bars of unrealistic,

expectations. That's all they are.

The pills will help to cut the edge,

walking on a thinning ledge,

on one side buring, the other drowning

there's no turning back,

you're in too deep.

You try and drift to dreamless sleep,

you sit in silence, cry and weep,

you've gone and counted all your sheep,

but the pounding in your head won't cease.

You'll ride this out for now at least,

more pills will help the pain,

suppress the feelings, get some sleep,

more worry is all you'll ever gain.