I hate that feeling
Waking up
Wanting something else
Will it ever end?
Or truthfully will it ever begin?

I hate that feeling
Forcing myself to get up from bed
And out of this struggle
I toss the blankets, the warmth away
Shivering

I hate that feeling
Looking in the mirror and seeing
Lies, abundant flaws,
Someone else
This isn’t me

I hate that feeling
Looking out the window
And seeing black, everywhere
Outside, cold
Inside, cold

I hate that feeling
Sitting down back down
On my bed
Beds are meant for sleep
But I do not sleep

I hate that feeling
That notion
That sensation
That I am moving forward
When all I want to do, is go back