Probably

I should probably set my alarm,
I really want to
But the moment isn't right.
I guess I'm not tired anyway.

I should probably drift off to sleep,
I really need to
But my mind is on the run.
My thoughts drive an endless highway
And I can't slow down.

What's the point?
Trying to make myself worth something
Always leaves me feeling worthless.
I give up.
Trying to find answers in my mind
Only leaves me loathing myself.

I should probably play my cards right,
I really planned to
But I'm holding myself back.
My brain dumps good thoughts in black holes.

I should probably keep hope in sight,
I really try to
But I just can't see the light.
The things I love get me nowhere
And it's killing me.

If you saw the fractured pieces
Would you stop to pick them up?

No...
Probably not.