Mom said I was getting skinny
She said my cough won’t go away
She asked me to go to the doctor
She said my respiratory was getting weaker every day
But my heart says something
It knows far better than my mom
You see I need to go to the doctor
But not like the ones that she wants me to go to
It’s true that my lungs are giving out
And my appetite has lost its touch
But it’s not because of some virus or bacteria
It’s Depression, Anxiety and my Insomnia…