Alarm Clock Depression
Its the dreaded sound you hear 5 times a week.
Just a few more minutes is all I seek.
9 minutes later you hear, beep..beep..beep,
will I ever get enough sleep?
If I stay in bed, all I'll miss is class,
I can make up an excuse, to make sure I pass.
Its the 30 seconds you lay there, deciding: productive or lazy?
If I lay here any longer, I may go crazy.
Sadly enough I choose lazy about half the time,
I am only missing class, its not exactly a crime.
It makes me feel bad that I am missing my goal,
because everyday, I am digging myself a deeper hole.
I would love to be a better person and go,
everyone is getting mad at me I know.
But I just lay here all day long with this blank expression,
I don't know why, so I'll ask you, is this depression?
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