nothing’s really wrong
I’m just laying in bed
in the middle of the day
because I’m tired

I’m thinking about all the stuff I could do
that I don’t want to do
some people may mistake this as a reaction
to my depression

there’s always a doctor around who isn’t a doctor
diagnosing and prescribing

I turn on my bed
I know better
the thought that I’m ok
lulls me to sleep