Sad is,
Sad is cups of cold coffee abandoned
and books with their spines broken
and nests left by the mother bird
and you, you sitting by a rain beaten window
reading books with their spines broken
and your coffee going cold beside you.
Sad is,
Sad is the small child’s face when he hears he has lost
his father to an unlawful police man
and the joy when the police man’s wife hears that her hero has
caught a ‘criminal’
and the dog in the shelter that will never get adopted because
she is not your kind of beautiful.
Sad is,
Sad is that the girl that has learnt how to throw up her meals
and the parents that feel helpless while their son is destroying himself.
Sad is,
Sad is the romanticization of mental illness that is crushing and
damaging young souls that read the things they shouldn\'t while stressed
and the ache in my chest that is begging me to die.
Sad is that society doesn’t understand how many people are losing their lives
to the war of the mind.