Walls, they seem
like they’re caving in
Flurry of thoughts
causing quite the din

Joints ache, knees tremble
and body all weak
Throat nauseated, mind disheveled
and hours bleak

I’ll need a crutch,
a cane with which to stand
I’ll need support, nothing more,
I’ll need a hand

Don’t rest on me, my bones
would break before they bend
Let me instead,
lean on you for right now
what I need is a friend