Trapped In A Puzzle Box. Poem by Nicholas James Warburton

I'm feeling weak, I'm feeling powerless, I'm suffering and everyone is blind to it.
I tell someone my problems, they say to me it's going to be okay, it's going to help to be around people that care for you.
The next morning or even ten minutes later nothing.
I'm trying I really am but I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I'm weak, I'm vulnerable, I'm everything I shouldn't be.
I'm holding on as tight as I can, thinking of all the things and people I care about, trying to hold on to my head and thoughts, trying to smile, trying hold on to everything with just two hands.
I'm scared, I'm worried and I'm trapped in my own head, like a Chinese puzzle box of a million combinations but only one answer.