fixing sad

I don’t want to talk.

I used to be under the belief

that if I spoke, it would make things better.

All it does is make them real.

Friends and family are eager to listen,

but when the tears don’t stop

my pathetic personality bores them

and they resolve to fix me,

when all I want is someone to listen.


I feel like the tree that fell in the forest

no one heard,

and I can’t find ways to explain how much this hurts.

I don’t even want to write.

I have no words.

I have no reasons,

just scape goats. 


The truth is I just don’t know,

because I should have no reason to be sad

but I am.

And I don’t know how to fix that.


The End

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