Stormy Pinkness

I have a few friends
maybe one or two
We chat away and then they ask me
what they ought to do?

I'm stuck but I still give advice;
Blind leading the blind.
I'm terrified of showing them
I don't know my own mind.

I'm opinionated, yeah
and talkative as well,
but sometimes, crashing, deepest low
My own personal hell.

I get trapped within myself;
tied down, stuck to the ground.
Drugs? Depression? Lunacy?
Answers can't be found.

Helpless; weakness, fragility,
anger and frustration.
Do I blame myself, or do I
blame my medication?

Who has really put me here?
I don't know who to ask
when tears, blackness and morbidity
impede the simplest task.

We can talk, I'll try to think,
focus on what you said.
But there's ringing in my ears, and a
demon in my head.

So, my friends, the few of you
who sometimes lean on me
I'll try, but I might crumble -
My strength isn't what it used to be.