I am sad,
But do not ask me why,
Because I do not know.


I go onto youtube and watch depressing poetry,I mentally write a poem,
A poem that understands what I feel,
But when I am sad...

I cannot write the way I did when I was listening to Blythe Baird,
And I cannot transform my emotions into a metaphor

All I can do is stare at the blank page waiting for it to be full of words...
But what if I have nothing left to say,
And nothing left to write

What if I am meant to wallow in my sadness and let it consume me.

When I cannot write a poem,
I write a suicide note,
Then burn it while envying how beautifully it burnt into ashes
Unrecognizable.


© me