sad days

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.