I called in sick today. I hate having to do it, but there was no way.
Pharmacy out of stock, anxiety taking over, can’t count down that clock.
It’s hard to get out of bed, when I feel this way, self loathing in my head.
I do it too much, I know, but I never feel good. Today I just couldn’t go.
I hope my boss isn’t mad. That’s what makes it worse. That’s why I feel bad.
No wonder I can’t get away, from this job I’m sick of, too many days like today.
Anxiety, crippling, I hate it, but I hate me now too, and that’s the worst bit.