What's the point

Of getting up

If you're going

To be immediately

Exhausted

Exhaustion

G-d, I hate

That word!

It doesn't end

Ever

No break

Walking up a flight of stairs

Is exhausting

Washing my hair

Is exhausting

Lifting my arms

Is exhausting

Sitting, standing, walking, even breathing

Is exhausting

I'm not living life

I'm merely existing

As each day

Bleeds into one

There's no start

Or finish

Sometimes I wish

I could lay

In my bed

Under my blanket

Surrounded by this

Cocoon

And just not bother

With anything at all

Thinking of what I

Have to face

Makes my

Self-improvised safe place

Just get tighter

Around me

Yes I'm a fighter

No I don't give up

But at this moment

The literal world

Is on my shoulders

And it weighs so much!

Can I just hide

In my

Cocoon

And forget the world

Just this once?