Help me - I'm sad.
I'm being dragged down
By this sinking feeling inside me
That never lets go.
It's the weight on my back
And it's the ill and the tired
When you can't get out of bed
Because you couldn't fall asleep.
Listening to one song
Over and over because
It meant something once
And now it only brings tears.
Reading over that one line
In the book or on the text
Because right now tears
Are the best kind of relief.
Staring back at a lost reflection
The girl in the mirror
Is pitiful and the black mascara tears
Are the only active thing
Because your beating heart is passive.
I feel absolutely nothing.
