I made the bed at 3 PM
I haven’t cleaned in weeks
I don’t know what I eat these days
I don’t know if I sleep
My laundry’s piled on my desk
And work litters the floor
I’ve lost the energy to live
But don’t care anymore
The world is pressing through the walls
I can’t get out of bed
I don’t want to be useless, but
I can’t escape my head
A day, a week, a month goes by
It all blurs into one
I fall behind, but guess it’s fine
There’s nothing to be done
Maybe I should worry that
The nightmares have come back
Or that I make myself feel sick
Or my life is not on track
But instead I’m tired
So I think I’ll close my eyes
Maybe when I open them
Everything will look alright.