It feels like wanting to lay in bed for days

But being too anxious because there is so much to do

It feels like wanting to cry all day

But at night the tears just can’t breakthrough

It feels like a messy house with time to clean

But constantly looking for things to do

It feels like wanting to be alone

But hating that lonely feeling that grew

It feels like a craving to be loved

But running away from anything true

It feels like having a friendly voice inside my head

But it doubts all the things I thought I once knew

It feels like I should move away

And I do, and I do again, and I do again

It feels like I should start a new job

And I do, and I do again, and I do again.

It feels like I should go on an adventure

And I do, and I do again, and I do again.

It feels like the only medicine I have for life

But I fear I am starting to become immune.