Why is it so hard to get up in the morning?

To get my feet out of bed?

This emptiness pounds inside

It grows heavy in my chest

Like a boulder, I carry in my ribcage,

Yet it feels hollow in this time.

The night was spent uneasy

Now morning shines with little rest

I push on, moving forward,

One grudging step at a time.

But each step I take gets smaller

Climbing up this great incline.

Sometimes I just want to stop

And lay my head down for eternal rest

But I could never do it.

To the pounding heart within my lines

I find myself breaking, 

Yet the outside is completely fine

I've molded myself into a fine shell,

that masks the thought of inner mind.

So no one asks if I'm okay

but my tongue can't utter one more lie

In the small cruel words that haunt me

"I promise that I'm fine"