Once strong foundations quickly decay
What little good is left, wasting away
The rope holding it together begins to fray
I am not okay
Tensions grow just out of sight
Anxiety's grasp growing tight
With little energy, there is no will to fight
I am not all right
Everything is starting to decline
Fear and depression slowly intertwine
To the end I've been resigned
I am not fine
Echoes of doubt begin to increase
Searching for some sort of release
Endless nightmares feel like a disease
It all builds up, drowning in its seas
I am not okay
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