if you really think about it,
are you even sad?
all this dark poetry and old melancholy ballads
and red black lines on your wrist,
is that even you?
or are you so preoccupied with being sad that
a moment of joy passes by and you don't even savour it
you make no attempts to grab it and hold on to it
and it just leaves
what must I do to make you believe
that this world may be
a cold, dark place
but there is always one ray of hope
and it flickers
it flickers within you.
- a.g.