Sometimes, it's hard to not feel blue, For reasons unclear, with no cause in view. It's not always something you understand, But sadness arrives, like waves on the sand.
You lie in bed with a sinking chest, The ceiling above, offering no rest. Nothing has happened, your eyes just opened, But the weight you feel is quietly unspoken. Why rise at all? Why start the day? It's so much easier to fade away.
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Oh, Branch, why does it feel so bad? Oh, Branch, why are you sad?
You step to the kitchen, a feast you could make, With dishes and flavors and things you could bake. A casserole, a salad, a fancy drink too, But none of it seems to be calling to you. Instead, you just brew a simple cup of coffee, Though your stomach is twisting, your hunger feels lofty. You don't know why you can't face a meal, Why the simplest things now feel so surreal.
Sometimes, it's hard not to feel sad. Oh, Branch, why does it hurt so bad?
The day has started, though you took your time, Hours passed like a slow-moving rhyme. Outside, the sun greets you with golden rays, The breeze whispers soft in the usual ways. The trees and grass, vibrant and green, But today, it's all lost, you feel unseen. The sun's too bright, the wind's too cold, The beauty is there, but it just doesn't hold.
Sometimes, it's hard not to feel sad. Oh, Branch, why does it hurt so bad?
At work, you know this should be your joy, Building a treehouse for the kids to enjoy. You love to create, to bring dreams to life, But today it feels like a struggle, a strife. Your tools in hand, but your heart feels heavy, The weight on your shoulders, slow and steady. You want to lay down, but you want to create, A battle inside that's hard to navigate.
Sometimes, it's hard not to feel sad. Oh, Branch, why does it feel so bad?
The day turns to dusk, the sky glows soft, The air cools down, the fireflies aloft. Friends say goodbye, but you don't reply, You linger in shadows, letting time pass by. The night is calm, but you walk alone, To the edge of the cliff where the wind has blown. You stare at the sky, the stars shining through, But none of this beauty is getting to you.
Oh, Branch, why does it feel so bad? Why, Branch, are you still so sad?
Look where this day has carried you, A morning wasted, a meal overdue. Your work felt hollow, your evening was cold, You're sitting here alone, feeling too old. No words spoken, not a single sound, As you sit here lost, on solid ground.
Then, crunching leaves catch your ear, It's her - the one you hold so dear. No words are said, but her smile is warm, She sits beside you, her touch a calm storm. Her hand rests softly over your own, And suddenly, you don't feel quite as alone.
"Where were you today?" she asks so clear. "I was working," you say, still holding fear. "Why are you here?" her voice is low. "I don't really know."
Silence falls, but she doesn't leave, She stays with you, helping you breathe. It's hard to explain, you want to try, But all you can do is sigh and lie. She doesn't mind, she understands, Though words fail, she holds your hands.
"How are you feeling?" she asks again. "I'm sad," you say, with no refrain. "Oh, Branch, why are you sad today?" "I wish I knew, I can't quite say."
No response comes, but she doesn't go, She stays by your side, letting it show. Her arm wraps around you, pulling you near, And suddenly, the sadness doesn't feel so severe. Though tears don't fall, you feel her care, And for the first time, the weight's easier to bear.
"Is there anything I can do?" she says soft. "I don't think so," you say, voice aloft. She nods, her head resting on yours, A quiet comfort that silently soars. Her warmth surrounds you, filling the space, A gentle reminder of love and grace.
"I'm sorry I can't fix the pain you feel, But I'm right here, and I'm staying still." "That's more than enough," you reply, With a quiet breath and a peaceful sigh.
"I love you, Branch," she whispers low. "I love you too," you let her know. She smiles at you, soft and kind, And for the first time, you don't mind. You send a smile back her way, Grateful for her here today.
Sometimes, it's hard not to feel sad, But it doesn't mean you're helpless or bad. Though the sadness won't just disappear, There's always someone who holds you near.
It's hard not to feel sad, that's true, But you'll be okay - you'll make it through. So don't give up, don't let it fall, Because there's always someone to call..
