I'm not depressed, okay?

poems by a tired girl just before bed (who was, in fact, quite depressed)

I'm not depressed, okay?

I'm just sad.

    ^(all of the time)

. . . because of the way the light falls

or what the first day of spring feels like

or the melancholy bitter taste of cigarette smoke

or because nobody's around

or because I've seen too many people

or because I cannot speak but have far too many feelings

or because nothing's going right but I'm trying

or because everything's going right but me

or the clouds are so grey

or my tea is cold.

I'm just sad.

    ^(all of the time)

[28 april 2013]

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