So much to do
So much in the way
I want to forget it
And just sleep all day
I don't want to leave
The warmth of the sheets
I don't want to wake
And face the workweek
I want to get sick
I want to be ill
To be rendered helpless
If it means lying still
Don't want to see friends
Or family either
Don't want to fake smiles
While I crumble and wither
I don't want to speak
Don't even wish to dream
Don't want to be conscious
I only crave being unseen
I want to be dead
Without the commitment
I want to escape
If just for a moment
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