I'm sad,
and no, I don't want to talk it out
because there's nothing you can do about it.
It's a sad sad,
the kind that permeates,
stays and repeats things in my mind
until it confiscates every vestige of peace.
I'm sad,
and no, I'd rather not discuss it,
because there's nothing you can do to fix it.

I wish I could write again.
Like I used to when I was sad.
I'd write and it was beautiful and creative
Because the most sad things are the also the most creative.
But things have changed.
And I can no longer write.
Because I no longer feel sad.
I just feel nothing.

Everything starts with a good-bye.
The pain, The shame, The wish to cry...

Feels like falling into a pit,
But like a bird we must open our wings,
Let go of any strings, And fly.

And if we fail, so what?
We shall hold our head high.

We did not give up,
We did no accept to simply... die.
Smiling when desiring to cry,
Someone else's life started...
With our final good-bye.