Depression

Trapped, caught, struggling for air
Can't people hear me?
Doesn't anyone care?

Looking back I still can't see
When it first began
When it first caught me.

It snuck up so carefully, so quietly
And wrapped its self around
My soul and my body.

Little by little, step by step
It slowly confined me
While my mind slept.

My guard is now no more
There is nothing left
My thinking's very poor.

Now I'm wrapped up tight
I try to get out
Struggling with all my might.

But every time hope draws nigh
And I start to climb
I find the pit is just too high.