It’s coming
The time of year that I just seem to disappear
But it’s not that simple
It’s heavy
It’s suffocating
It’s uncomfortable
It’s persistent
It’s just something I can’t escape

I’m so tired
But I can’t sleep
When I do sleep
My dreams are so cruel
They keep me up

It’s that time of year that I’m reminded
That I always find myself in such a horrible place
But I desperately tell myself to just keep going
Just keep trying
It has to end at some point right?
It has too.

It does until it doesn’t.
I really wish someone could just wake me up
When September ends