I wake up to nagging alarmsMy depression swarmsGetting up is a fight I want to win against myselfI look at my medication on the shelfIt’s something that will help me get through todayIn the end, I will be the one who will stay

Morning to the ones who would rather not exist today.

One of these daysI’ll be okayOne of these daysI won’t feel this wayOne of these days

I can’t get out of my headI can’t get out of bedAll I feel is dreadI wish I was deadBut I will go on