To the sound of rain against my window at 2 pm,
I wake up, feeling exhausted for no reason at all.
For an hour or two I’ll just lie in bed,
staring at my walls.

I somehow get up, put my feet on the floor
with my face in my hands, and I stay there for a while.
Check my phone, no messages, no missed calls, nothing new.
It’s just me, by myself, like every other time.

Half a cup of tea from yesterday is still there by my desk.
I can’t help not to care, I guess I’ll just have it cold.
Tired eyes, a broken voice and matted hair,
this day to day routine is getting old.

Ever so slowly, the hours pass,
and I manage to make a bigger mess than yesterday.
Too weak to move, I open my skin,
and I manage to feel a little less than yesterday.

Let me sleep, please. There’s nothing for me here.
Let me sleep. I beg of you, just leave me be.
Anxiety is getting the better of me,
depression is stressing me out.
So please just let me sleep.

To the sound of rain against my window at 2 am,
I’m still alive but not living, tell me: Why am I here?
For an hour or two I’ll just get lost in my head,
trying not to care.

I try to get up but I fall to the floor.
No strength left to stand, just reasons to collapse.
Still I crawl my way across the room and lock my door.
I’m feeling more and more detached.

This smile that I’ve worn for countless days without end
is getting hard to match with my teary eyes,
and I can’t keep it up anymore, I just can’t.
I guess I’ll tell myself goodbye.

Ever so slowly, the hours pass,
and I manage to be a bigger mess than yesterday.
A pill to sleep, ten more to make sure
that I’ll manage to feel a little less than yesterday.

Let me sleep, please. There’s nothing for me here.
Let me sleep. I beg of you, just leave me be.
Anxiety is getting the better of me,
depression is stressing me out.
Now, please just let me sleep.