Im so tired
I can't get up anymore
Everyone is here
But where am I?
I want to play
I want to go outside
But I stay in bed
Why?
Why cant I get up?Days seem to be flashing before me
Monday
...
Wednesday
...
Friday
And now its time for work..I used to be so happy
I was the bubbly one
The one who cheered everyone up
But now I cant even cheer myself up
They don't deserve this
They signed up for the happy me
But all they have now is nothing
I am nothingDo not worry
I know I need help
I promise I will make an appointment with a therapist
Maybe tomorrow
If I can get out of bed long enough

YOU ARE READING
I will make an appointment with a therapist I promise
PoetryThis is stuff I shittily write from 2021- whatever date. I started this when I was 18 years old.