Drifting into the realms of the unwell.

Shifting, slipping down the slope to Hell.

Rattling off my eardrums.

Cackling; the yells, the yells, the yells

Gnashing of the teeth, lashing

Slow motion, I watch myself crashing

Gnawing and clawing

I used to walk, but now I'm crawling

Day by day, stuck and stalling

It's quite appalling

That slippery slope

Makes you loose hope

That hope that once helped you cope

To hang myself, I had just enough rope

Coincidentally, incidentally

I've lost the memory intentionally

Falling and falling

And I'm mainly bawling

And your name I'm calling

You can only save yourself

Only you can give yourself help