Today was a bad day.
And now, now I'm sad -
Too sad to write something meaningful,
Too sad to take inquiries from myself,
Too sad to create a world of imagination
That could show you the battle raging
Inside of my mind.
Today slowly went from bad to worse.
And now, as I reflect upon it,
It couldn't have gone any worse.
This makes me feel sad -
Too sad to realize that there's light
Shining all around me,
Too sad to stand up, take this day for what it is,
Move on, live long, and just barely manage to survive.
Today wasn't an average bad day.
In language, it was every word
Synonymous with bad - awful, horrible, terrible -
Pooled together and multiplied
In it's own dreadfulness.
And now, I have this mood of being robbed,
Sad with all the joy ripped out from my skin -
Too sad to feel alive in the moments I'm living,
Too sad to see my supporters,
Too sad to take even one breathe.
All I want is death.
And I don't know how else
To describe it or convey it or explore it
But say that I'm sad.