Depression and anxiety kicking in

finding some trouble fitting in.

damn, I’m stuck with these thoughts 

they resonate in my mind.

I wake up claiming I’m fine but I keep hurting inside, the pain lingers.

I’ll keep searching for my soul till I’m found.

Life hits you and sends you to the dog pound. 
I’ll be like a hound that took more losses than I could count.

Lord, help my soul, I’m drowning now.

I’ve come so far in life I think I just dropped the ball, wish I could take a break in life and just stall.

I wanna go back to when my life was simple, back when I didn’t have a pimple.