I wrote this next to an eye

I'm in a bad way
I don't know how long I'll be
Sit around, sulk all day
Hopefully I'll get back to being me

I try the things that I think
But none seem to want to work
Everyday I continue to sink
Sitting on my couch, continue to smirk

I make the goals, I make the lists
I just can't seem to get off the ground
I make the goals, I make the lists
I just can't find what needs to be found


I wrote this waiting to get picked up, it was nice. It's basically about how I do nothing all day. It's a mood I get in and want to get out of.