Hunger fills my stomach with daydreaming in my head

Tiredness fills my brain with thoughts of my bed

Boredom fills my hands from holding the pointed led

Sleep fills my eyes from all the words I have read

Regret fills my conscious and replays what I said

Voices fill my ears like a needle and thread

Fatigue fills my legs and I cannot go ahead

Today feels like forever, and I’m as good as dead