Sad.
I’ve been for a long time.
I’m so damn far from my prime.
But it doesn’t matter.
You’re still sadder.
Your life’s so damn bad,
That for mine I should be glad,
But I’m not.
I’m just not.
My home is wonderful and kind.
Nothing ever broke but my mind.
And still…
I’m just sad.
It makes me mad.
The way you talk about the horrible things,
There’s so much pain that my ears ring.
My problems are so damn small,
Things like I’m not that tall
They’ll never be as bad as you.
I know that much is fucking true.
It’s not a good thing to wish for.
But I’m just left wondering more,
How I would’ve been if I’ve gone through,
Half of what you do
Everyday.