I am so sick of these words that I write to try and make my emotions feel more contrived,
when it boils down to just one simple fact, that is that I am and have always felt sad.
I'd write something joyful or at least I could try but I cannot lie when I barely get by,
so I write these poems about how sad I can be, until I get tired of it or forget how to weep.
Stuck inside my head and drifting away,
I pick up my pen, save myself for another day.