Just Tired

Just Tired, Or Perhaps Dying of Depression, But Most Likely Tired
by Maya Wilson

Oftentimes, I don't greet sunlight
With open arms. You should know that
I'm sorry.
Occasionally, I find myself suffocating under
The sweltering heat of my bedsheets, and
Peeking a singular toe out takes the utmost effort.
They like to call me lazy, but come on,
Breathing wastes SO much energy.
Plus, you have to remind yourself to intake and
Expel oxygen every couple of seconds and you die if you
Forget.
I mean, what kind of sick, twisted universe allows its members
To die off for being forgetful? Absolutely ridiculous.
Winning the lottery is more probable than me
Finding the motivation to get out of bed in the morning,
And no, I'm not exaggerating.
You see, it's not like I try to make every single aspect of life
Hard for myself. By its very nature, it just is.
Remembering to eat, remembering to drink water,
Remembering to breathe, to exercise, to shower,
To sleep, to relax, to take your meds...
Good God, it's exhausting!
If they accuse me of complaining,
Forgive me, but please tell them
I'm just tired.