there’s this
sadness
that is
constantly
gnawing at
the edge of
my brain
every time i
tell someone
how it feels,
they never
seem to fully
grasp
just how much
pain
i am in
(or maybe
they can’t
be bothered
to care)
and anyway
i can only
tell someone
i want
to die
so many times
before it
starts to lose
its sting
the phrase
“i took a
bunch of pills”
becomes
synonymous
with “how’s the
weather”
each just as
pointless
as the other
people stuff me
with clichés of
it gets better you
are strong it will
pass except it
never does
and some nerve
they have
pretending they
know a
damn thing
about how
hard
this really is
when people
hear the word
chronic
they don’t ever
think about
a feeling
but if this isn’t
that then
i don’t know
what is