I’m feeling stressed
Or is it depressed?
Either way there’s a weight on my chest

Weighing me down
Forcing a frown
How and when will I come back around?

Out of this hole
It’s out of control
Trying to manage I go for a stroll

Away from it all
Away from the walls
To sit by the river, and breathe as it whorls

The looming dismay
Starts to make way
And finally I’m feeling like I might be okay

Still feeling so wired
I walk til I’m tired
Waiting until my feelings’ expired

A welcome detox
Now back to the box
The house in itself, a sick paradox

Be that as it may
I’m fine, as I say
I try to forget this is now everyday

I rest my head down
Too many sounds
Lying awake, my thoughts all unbound

Maybe its time for another breakdown...