Don't ask me

Don't ask me why I'm sad

I have yet to write that book

I have read it over and over

Each sentence shifts and blurs with every rereading of the tale

Don't ask me why I'm sad

My fines at the library are too great for me to check out another

I praised the dictionary in hope to find another word for hope

Because for some reason the original word has grown stale on my dry tongue

It's bitter and crumbles 

I've begun to think that hope is just a word to silence the darker chapters 

To duct tape shut the raging thoughts that consume our generation

Don't ask me why I'm sad

The doctor wrote prescriptions pages long

Antidepressants

Xanax 

Valium

Adderall

Antipsychotics

And with one disappointed look into my eyes my therapist burned the packet

He knew from my selective muteness and shaded face that pills were bullets

I would either never take them and die

Or take too much and fade into another statistic

A number too high and too over looked that it means nothing

So don't ask me why I'm sad

Reviews

[Kronus]

Wow... simply and utterly accurate.