you tell me not to be sad,
to think positive
and be grateful
for the things i already have,
but maybe it's good
too cry about it.
maybe it's good
to stay up at 3 AM
thinking about it.
maybe it's good
to run outside and scream
"I'M NOT ALRIGHT."
because i'm sick and tired
of fixing everyone else's problems
when i can't even fix my own.

(s.a.z)