When I Say Nothing

the sad is extra

never did it occur to me
how miserable my life was becoming
until now
as i laid down on my bed
with buckets to shed
and one lonely melody was just i needed
to let it all flow to the brim
and sink with the heavy that i carried
anchored in the ventricles of my heart
the same reason why i would grow my plants in the dark
when all were sound and dreaming
while the crickets covered the pleas
of missing
did i have to close the lid in my walls
or just let it open
cause no one would have heard anyway
after all i was just a little extra
a little sad
i would just have to wait
until the crickets stopped
and then next i would