Heavy Head

Slowly dying on my feet
Letting the ground engulf me
Every day I keep telling myself
That I don’t want to tear my hair out
Exhausting all my options
And I’m not even coping
Come 5pm and there is nothing left of me
My head is slipping from my palms
Holding my head up
The skeletons left under my bed are coming alive again
And I can’t think them away