I am sitting here in my pit,
Waiting for motivation to hit.
My heart yearns for a better life,
While my soul battles through all this strife.
This struggle has gone on far too long,
I want to be but I’m really not strong.
Fighting against my mind, it’s becoming old hat,
Constantly over thinking about this or about that.
I know what I need to do to get better,
But my brain, it continues to stutter.
It is winning this fight, right now,
Keeping me from doing even that which I know how.
Will I ever beat this darkness, this debilitating illness?
Will I be able to substitute it for happiness and wellness?
Alas, I do not know, truth be told,
As it seems my bitter brain is in revolt.