Stick in The Mud

Often times I find myself stuck, like a stick in the mud
And the harder that I fight it, the deeper that hole is dug
I can squirm, I can scream, I can nearly drown in my dreams
But I've got a thousand yard stare, and it doesn't mean a thing

Setting goals is the equivalent of setting myself up for failure
It's things I cannot reach, and people that cannot hear you
Expected to function and succeed in life like I never had a care
I sit in a hole and dream of a place, but I know I cannot be there

Each time I bring myself to fight, the situation gets more dire
Full of anger and resentment, I feel so helpless and so tired
But I scratch, and I claw, from a place that eyes cannot see
And I slowly sink inside, like a stick that can never break free

I seek help, and I try to explain to people that I'm not lazy
That my failures from the outside only illuminate my crazy
I am a reflection of what I have seen, felt, or touched
And I'm sorry that some of you look at me and don't see very much

I've been doing the best I can to survive and come up with a plan
But I keep failing to transform myself from a tragedy into a successful man
And though I am diagnosed with major depression, insomnia, and anxiety
I get no help, because I'm just a druggie looking for pills to society