the sad one

this is the sad one
the one where i pour my heart out
in little pieces
and make the paper
wish it was being used
for a grocery list instead
the one where i express my pain
over loss, or perceived loss
but offer no thoughts
on how to heal
the one wear i say im all alone
even though, somewhere in me
i know im not
im surrounded by love
and i ignore it
at every turn, im shown
how wonderful i am
and i deny it with every breath
this isnt the one
where i turn around and accept it all
this is the sad one
but with hope
maybe the last one