Beanbag Depression

Just laying here looking up
Playing connect the dots
In the knots in the wood
That panels my ceiling
Focusing on my breathing
Filling my lungs until it hurts
My dog lays between my thigh
And the curve of the chair
My depression don't know it
But it might be saving my life
Doctor told me to take it easy
And my depression went "sure thing"
Now I'm laying here like nothing
Like I haven't a struggle in the world
That all I have to focus on is breathing
The beanbag chair is my prison
My dog my only friend here
Nothing seems to be real
And I'm just waiting for the end
But the beanbag chair is here
And I'm not going anywhere