Trying to Make It Through

I do not understand my life nor comprehend my days.
Of late, things seem an endless strife, and I walk in a haze. 
I'm tired, and I want a nap; but there's no time to sleep.
Worn out, I always feel like crap. From this, what will I reap? 

I'm striving, but not moving
reaching forward as I fall behind
the weekend isn't soothing
it's all part of the grind