"Help is on the way... but it never came!" - Help Is On The Way by Rise Against.
It began as a trickle,
a wee stream,
but it's growing
now the river
looks more like a lake
and the lake like
an ocean.
and you stand
on the shore
awaiting help
that never comes.
[drowning in depression]
And it began as a word,
a wee breath,
but they want more
now the breath
feels more like a gasp
and the word like
a mistake.
and you stand
in your box
awaiting the replacement
that never comes.
[asphyxiation by anxiety]