Yikes this sounds pretty Concerning ?

I broke my streak of getting dressed
and my hair is such a mess.
It's been like that for a while,
it's getting pretty long now.

I'm telling more white-lies to my parents.
I don't think they can tell.
Even if they did,
I'm not quite sure they'd know what to
  do.

School is loads of trash
I'm not trying to put it nicely.
I've always got more work to do
but my motivations already empty.

I'm stuck in a bad cliche
with all my thoughts on mute.
My anxiety tries really hard
and barely manages to get through. 

Maybe I should email my therapist.
I mean, it just makes sense.
But when has feeling depressed 
ever been logical?

I'd love to write more and vent,
after all I would be able
I always seem to write best 
when I'm near feeling the worst.

I would, but there's just so much,
so much I've yet to start.
An essay, a chart, and so much math
just to name a few.