bad again: a slam poem

I think it started getting bad again,
I think it started when I began to sleep in more,
When I became less motivated,
When I felt all emotions I ever felt, leave my body, and since then– they haven't returned.
I think it started whenever I strayed away from the razor, in fear that I will ruin the progress I already have.
I think it is me, sitting rather standing.
I think it is me, giving neutral responses than direct answers.
I think it is me, looking forward to my bed.
I think it is me, wanting to be alone.
I think it started getting bad again.

a.b.