It's rotten work
It is for me
If it's me
It's rotten work
To get up in the morning
To keep breathing
It's rotten work
To make coffee
And drink water
It's rotten work
To eat when I'm not hungry
And get dressed every day
It's rotten work
It is to me
If it's me
It's rotten work
To go to work
To pay my bills
It's rotten work
To fake normalcy
And mask whatever the hell this is
It's rotten work
To not just sleep
Sleep and sleep and sleep
It's rotten work
It is for me
If it's me
It's rotten work
To drive each day
And not off the highway
It's rotten work
To be alive
And keep caring for myself–or trying to
It's rotten work
Because all I want to do
Is not talk, not eat, not drink
Just...sleep.
I'm getting bad again. Maybe I haven't been okay in a long time, I've just been hiding it. Either way, I am here again and I guess I forgot that it's rotten work to keep on living when all I want to do is sleep.
