I’m sad, not normal sad

Heartbroken, empty inside

No aspirations for tomorrow

Day to day

It’s how I live

moving with the tides like algae

I don’t know where to begin

I don’t like it here

In this head of mine

Nothing’s clear

Murky like tidewaters after a spill

It’s hard to think

I have no will

I see no purpose

In anything I do

It’s all a road

A downhill slope

I roll with the punches

They come often

I don’t like it

They never soften

Prom’s coming up

Tomorrow, in fact

I’m not ready

I have no drive

From which my failure in life is derived

This is my poem