An aside to apathy

When your heart’s not in it
It’s too much trouble
Sit yourself down
Sprawled in the rubble
Of your set-aside hopes
And those burnt aspirations
As you listen so hard
For good vibrations
That your ears bleed freely
But you don’t feel that pain
You just cast yourself down
Again and again

When will you rise
From that unkempt bed
Crushed by depression?
Don’t worry your head 
Ache in your back
Crick in your neck
Broke every finger
Grabbing the cheque