But I can’t
Get out of bed today.
My bones are far too heavy to move,
And I know I will end up asleep on the couch anyway.
But I don’t
Want to do the dishes today.
I promise I will get to them next week
After I figure out where all this sadness comes from.
But I shouldn't
Talk to anyone today.
I may end up saying something I don’t mean
Because most people don’t take the time to understand.
But I don’t know
What is wrong with me today.
I can’t help but to feel this way, and
I can’t help but wonder if this sadness will ever go away.