It's 7 am and I'm tired already
Tired of the efforts it takes
To peel my body off the bed
To drag my feet to the door
To put up a fake smile
To wave a hi at a random acquaintance
I'm tired of the same routine
Frustrated with the lies I tell myself
To convince myself that it's okay
And I'll be fine
But it's been days and
I don't feel fine, or even near to fine
Maybe physically fine but
Mentally tired, emotionally tired
It's 7 am and I feel lost
I don't want to go back to that hell hole
That temple of suffering
The lounge where death lingers
It's only morning, early morning
And on some days I wish
That the morning never came
Because it's 7 am and I don't know
What I do everyday, all day
Mechanically and without emotion
Because it's 7am and I'm tired already