you know, being constantly sad isn't all that bad.
nothing can be something, right?
and you have to hold on to something to stay sane, to not go mad,
so my something is the nothing I have.
It's not all that bad.
the void in my heart can be filled with meaningful art,
something to take the pain away, help me fly away and wash myself in the rain.
being sad isn't all that bad.
I mean, losing everything you've ever had is tough, right?
losing the source of light, the one that made the fight for life feel so right,
I can do this without any of that.
It's not that bad.
The tears, they stream down my face like they're in some sick race,
on their way to find a better place to spend the rest of their years.
Funny thing is, I don't know why they form and fall from my eyes.
It's like a really bad surprise, man time really flies by when you're that one guy who genuinely wants to die but doesn't want to try it, because people constantly babble on about how great life can be, and all you want to do is be free and see the beauty everyone raves on about, and you scream and shout, and curse the drought in you heart, the pain that a little bit of rain could wash away, even if just for a day.
I'm running out of hope.
Bit it's not that bad,
being constantly sad.
I think I've just gone a little mad, is all.