This is a sure cycle of sadness.
Thank God, I never jumped in front of a car – that would be sheer rashness.
I realize I am feeling this way for a reason, and that it is only for a moment.
It’s okay to be weak, it’s okay to be depressed, it is okay to be lonely.
I mean it’s not okay, but it’s what I make it.
I figure I write this poem, instead of happiness, trying to fake it.
Instead of searching for elation, instead of striving or being a go getter.
I will reflect on this sadness, that does not make me a quitter.