I wake up sad some days.
If I have no need to be anywhere, I let myself lie in bed longer than I would normally.
I try to be kinder to myself on sad days.
I wish others would be kinder too, that they would understand it too.
But they don't and that's fine, I have too many sad days.
I push myself off bed eventually even though I don't want to.
I force myself to eat and try my best to be a human.
People notice, they always do.
I am more quiet, disappearing in the edges.
It's on sad days I wonder if it's all worth it, if I want to exist.
I don't like sad days, but they don't stop.
They never do, and I don't think I am fine with that.