Depression

My eyes have not closed since 1.30am. I was staring at the clock counting down... 2.30am, 3.30am, 4.30am, 5.30am, 6.45am, 6.46am, 6.47am, 6.48am...till my mum comes a knocking at my door. I'm depressed. I wanna get out of this pithole. This quicksand as Mae puts it. I'm so backdated. I wanna get in front again. I wanna start moving. I wanna go on. Let me go on. Let me go. I needa emerge from this hellhole alive.