I'm tired of spiraling in my own head
Wishing it could be physical instead
A year a long time, but has broke before
Feels at some point I'll open that door
Self awareness can be an evil beast
I know why and why not, I'm well versed
I'm tired of wanting to indulge, to feast
Only minutes of peace, am I cursed?
Sometimes I'm even too tired to crave
I'm too tired to move, to feel, to care
I look in my head, sometimes nothing there
Others forced fight to not make choices so grave
