1% Milk and Self Loathing

There are dogs pounding circles in my head
Chasing each other's tales
I would do nothing but lie down,
I am too tired

What have I to be tired for?
What do I know of despair?
Nothing, some whisper
while others weakly interject,
Their words like 1% milk dribbling down their chins

Wings bound,
I would sink into the Earth,
Soul-slipped,
I never knew the sky.