Nothing seems to amused me,
I got no interest in some things for now.
Interaction have gone to minimum,
but food keeps me awake.

The fear i had for words around me,
logophobia they named it.
Anxiety keeps kicking in like a gun to my weak heart,
leaving me on guard to my surroundings.
Frustrated over nothing,
tears come falling down in dawn.

The tightening of chains in my chest,
started to bleed slowly, killing me inside.
If life is going to be this tough,
why do I need to get involved?

If there is a term to explain this,

Is this the start of depression?