In the depths of despair, a cage of shadow binds,
Depression’s grip, a constant echo that it finds.
Thoughts spiral downward, into a void so deep,
As anxiety’s whispers haunt, a torment never to sleep.

Like a starving soul, anorexia takes it’s toll,
a whispered torment, chipping away at my soul.
Mirrors reflect a distorted image,
a twisted lie,
Amplifying the whispers, fueling the inner cry.

The walls of the cage close in,
Suffocating and tight,
Each breath a laboured struggle,
each day a desperate fight.
Isolation’s cold embrace, a shroud of misery,
Trapped within...