It’s hard to place your finger on
hard to stop, once it’s begun
the feeling builds up strong
and the feelings drag you along

You can feel it happening
but can’t stop it travelling
from your heart, to your brain, your eyes
til the pain, makes you want to cry

it doubles you over, like a cramp
it marks you, like a stamp
you want to to fidget and fight it
but you, just glaze over, stare and sit

thinking everything over and again
Where is everything? Where are your friends?
until it becomes too much, or someone helps you
and either gives hope or takes it from you

this is a slippery slope
when you have little hope
recovery’s a hard old road
when you insist on travelling alone

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