Every morning when I wake up
I force myself out of bed
Its so hard, though
To convince myself that its worth it
That today will be different
Yesterday was horrible
Today can't be as bad
Not possible
But today was worse
Everyday gets harder
Harder to think
Harder to see
Harder to feel
Because everyday I'm dying
I have an imaginary worm in my head
It eats at everything
that's good in me
And eventually there won't
Be anything left to eat