Sleeping In, by O.C. Bearheart

O.C. Bearheart

Sleeping In

Not doing so well these days

Just five more minutes,

My job can wait,

Just let me sleep,

It’s okay if I’m late.

It’s harder to care

‘Bout my life or the sun,

For myself or my family,

Just leave me, I’m done.

Just five more minutes,

Just let me stew in this mess I made,

My filth is familiar

In this nest where I’ve laid.

Just give me five more minutes,

Just five minutes more.

I promise I’ll clean myself up,

I promise I’ll walk out that door.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to be,

Nothing to do, nothing to see,

I’m nothing to you and I’m nothing to me:

I’m consequence free.

Driving? Go faster. Eating? Eat more.

Don’t worry you’ve got this,

You’ve been well before.

Take smaller steps, read between the lines.

If I was inclined to addictions

Now would be the time.

Just five more minutes,

I swear I’ll be fine.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to be,

Nothing to do, nothing to see,

I’m nothing to you and I’m nothing to me:

I’m consequence free.

#Coping #Depression #Therapy

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