Speed-Daters #4 (I'm Sick and Tired)

I’m sick and tired of feeling sick and tired
Every morning I wake up exhausted
My stagnant, racing brain is uninspired
I self-med my way to early-nighthood

Drinking too much booze of every evening
I’m drinking too much coffee every day
Stupidly, I wonder why I’m shaking
I snap and fidget all my friends away

I want to hit something, or cry, or both
I’m close to baby blubbing most the time
I’m not the most upbeat of sonneteers
I want to break something, or die, or both
I’m hardly in my prime for pithy rhymes
It’s too soon. I prob’ly shouldn’t be here.