Waking up is hard,
As the whole day lies ahead.
Instead of feeling joy,
I'm filled with nameless dread.
Its like someone took a shovel,
And started digging a hole.
Instead of digging in dirt,
They're carving out my soul.
The pile keeps getting higher,
The hole is now so deep.
I'm being consumed with sorrow,
As i being to weep.
I need someone to start,
Shoveling the dirt back in.
If this doesn't happen,
This battle i won't win.
