Sick Of Me

Every day is much too long,
Even with a will too strong.
When the clock goes off at six,
I always wish it was a trick.
But the buzz is not a fake.
Now it's time for me to wake.
Even though I'd rather stay,
Here in bed all seven days.
There is nothing to get up for,
Only sadness nothing more.
And I can't go back to sleep,
Emotionly I'm a crumpled heap.
Every day I always say,
Why am I here another day?
It's always the same,nothing new
No matter what I try to do.
I'm so sick of feeling sad,
Having things turn out so bad.
I'm so sick of being me,
Having family but still lonely