One of Those Kinds of Days...or Year

I look forward to the nighttime
To sleep
Pass out from exhaustion
Of being nothing too deep

I wake in the morning
Realize it’s just another day
To do the same thing
In a zombie like way

The smallest things
Bring me down
To tears and fears
Nothing but a frown

I go through the day
Wonder when I will recover
Pretend my spirit is high
But it’s all just a cover

I’m not sure
What to look forward to
Everything gets taken away
So we better enjoy these last few