"Help is on the way... but it never came!" - Help Is On The Way by Rise Against.

It began as a trickle,

a wee stream,

but it's growing

now the river 

looks more like a lake

and the lake like

an ocean.

and you stand

on the shore

awaiting help

that never comes.

[drowning in depression]

And it began as a word,

a wee breath,

but they want more

now the breath

feels more like a gasp

and the word like

a mistake.

and you stand

in your box

awaiting the replacement

that never comes.

[asphyxiation by anxiety]