Have you ever felt
so sad
been sad for so long
you dont even remember when it first started
so sad that you dont know what hapiness is anymore
so sad that there are no more tears to cry out
so sad that your "friends" have accepted that you dont contribute to their conversations because youre just so sad
so sad that your mom stopped knocking on your door to check if youre okay
so sad that you cant even explain why the bags under your eyes are huge
so sad that the word sad is part of your personality
just so sad
always so sad

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'm just so sad right now
I don't know if it's just momentarily
Or a general sadness about my life
I think it's the second one this time

I mean
I've had a lot of "sad moments" before
But none of them felt as real as this one
This time it's different

I am generally disappointed
In how I am living my life
Do I have a choice though?
This is my life

I did not ask for it
Nor do I control what happens in it
So, yeah
I'm just going to continue loathing my life
And being helpless about it

My body hurts
But you don't care

My head aches
But are you there?

You don't understand
The feel so empty and bland

When will you ever love me
Again...

i do not need a reason
for my sadness,
it's just encrypted inside of me.
theres is no light at the end of my tunnel
and maybe there never will be.

I am regret,

The sentiment exposed through your bare eyes.

Raw and passionate it resonates throughout the air around us,

Expanding its ever indistinct presence gently upon your shoulders.



Where you feel,

I feel.

What you see,

I see.

And we fall into depths

Thousands of thoughts profound



Subtleties turmoil constant

Sharp movement’s progress

Further and further

Intensity grows

Like the weight of regret

I know you're bad for me
no, scratch that
I know you're killing me

Each time I breathe you in
I exhale as violently as I can
desperately compensating for my shame
But your dark fingerprints linger

I know that if I drink too much,
I will find you between my dry lips,
their cracks, formed by the action of spitting you out
providing inroads for your thick, stifling presence

Someone keeps writing about you in my notebook
but whoever it is seems scared to pen your name