Sometimes Felling Sad

Sometimes felling sad is
better then the alternatives,
Sometimes feeling sad
is the place to be.
Just sitting around thanking it over
Just like picking a scab
When you know you shouldn’t.
Ahh, that sweet pain
That stab of pain that
Streaks across your mind
When you tear to deeply.
Bringing tears to your eyes,
Blinding you to here and now.

Sometimes felling sad is
Just better then anything else
That you can bring yourself to do.
Remembering the loss
Brings back the pain
Stabbing into your heart,
But you cannot forget.
And yet you wish
That it had worked another way.
In a way that would have
Brought you to a different day,
A day in which there would
Have been no lose, no pain.

But sometimes felling sad
Is all that is left.
Just remorse and condemnation
For decisions made unwisely
In a misguides search for happiness,
When a heart was given
But not accepted
Because of the strings
Tied to that heart.
Even though it broke your heart
To walk away, you walked.
Wishing with all your might
That there was a different way.

Sometimes, lost in that sadness
You dream of the happiness lost,
Lost before it ever really began.
And see the world through wet eyes,
Through sad eyes that color your world.
Drowning all hope of a brighter day.
Threatened to trap you in remorse,
And leave you in despair.
Deluding you into believing
That your only hope for
Happiness has passed.
But "don’t lesson to him Dan
He is a devil not a man."