Vicious circles

Hi, I'm male 38,
Right'o now, thats that bit straight
I guess you could say over weight
I am always running late
I guess it's never worth the wait
If life's a trap, I'm the bait.
I guess I am not a good mate.

I try 'o try, I'm really trying
But I feel inside, that I'm dying
That is true, I am not lying,
I laugh outside, my soul is crying
 

Fibromyalgia, depression endless
personality disorder, I'm a mess
Chronic fatigue syndrome and stress
Theres no hope for me I guess

Just 38, I feel so old
losing hair and going bald
There's no cure for me I'm told
and here I'm left to turn to mould

Vicious circles round and round
Fibro to fatigue, Well I'll be bound
fatigue to fibro by the sound
I should be buried, in the ground

I tire of waking every day
To more pain, its in the way
I want to run, but there I lay
I have no energy, come what may.

I feel so tired, but when I sleep,
I wake again, I have to weep
A flat road, it looks so steep
It all together is hard to keep

Depression to fatigue to fibro
Sometimes I want to let it go
I always hurt, I am so low
Days drag on in pain so slow

Vicious circles, crashing together
black clouds are always my weather
A day feels like a long endeavour
Please just let me sleep for ever