I need to stop sleeping,
but it’s all I want to do.
I need to stop dreaming,
because my dreams never come true.
I need to get out of bed,
but my anxiety is holding me in.
I need to start living life,
but it’s so hard when nothing feels right.
I need to be productive and chase after my goals,
but every attempt fails because the world is so cold.
I try to be happy and I try to be me,
but sometimes being me isn’t easy.
I am in love with the first four lines of your poem.
The world is a tough and hard place, but it is worth getting out of bed, even when this seems impossible