A thousand voices crying out
look at me,
"I  AM SAD"
aren't we all.
its that time, to be sad,
for loneliness
for a dark pit of violent apathy
with sides lubricated by ineptitude and blood
from scrapes from past attempts.
Its hard to climb out of that pit
sadness placed us in

with all the others.

so make a friend,
bandage up their scrapes and bruises
your clothes don't make much use
in a place where cold can't touch you
and light is not invented.

light up another person so they might light up you.