Waking up tired
No matter how much I sleep
Finishing the day exhausted
No matter how many hours I work
The cycle is slowly eating away
At any motivation I have
And the serotonin my body so graciously creates.
Replenishing these things
Feels like the most impossible task.
Drained doesn’t seem to fully encompass
The feeling of running on fumes for so long.
Just waiting for something
To finally fill me back up.