Just... No... Just... Can't in Darkest Thoughts

Another round. Another round. Another round.
Puffy red eyes. Stopped up nose. Dry lips. Cracking voice.
Got to that point. Can’t pull myself out, not yet; it hurts. I hurt.
Curled up in a ball and drifted then heard my thoughts like in a movie. Tried to crawl; it hurt. I stopped. Cried and anguished some more. Forced myself to get up and finish my tasks.
Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe tomorrow will be worse.
Yeah, tomorrow won’t be any better. It just won’t.