Bedridden 

I lie in bed

Trainwrecked

Wishing to be swallowed into the mattress 

In hopes I never have to come out. 

I argue with myself

Over whether this is okay

Or if I’m just being lazy and ungrateful

Because I know in my head

I should be doing so very many things

But my heart just isn’t in it. 

It’s like there are weights tied to my ankles

Every time I try to get up

And it’s hard to want anything anymore. 

Will the weights ever be loosened enough

That I can set myself free, 

Or will I simply have to learn to endure them

And go on regardless? 

I don’t think

I could. 

I don’t think

I want to. 

And I don’t think

I will. 

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