Feeling manic,

being dragged down.

It all feels final,

being kicked on the ground.

Useless talk, 

roadblocks in the way.

Stuck in this rut,

hating every new day.

Always something, 

the man demands,

Anxious home, 

fall into a relapse.

Locked away, 

with the setting sun.

My eyes will close,

my body, unrest.

Hoping for escape,

never seeing light.

running down the tunnel,

fight after fight.

Opening eyes,

bright new day.

White washed walls, 

stuck here, to stay.