I'm so sick and tired of writing the sad stuff

Loving the break-up songs

When there hasn't been a break-up

For two centuries, at least

I'm so sick and tired of depressing this much

Just slogging along

Emptying another coffee cup

Hiding away like the Beast

Honestly, I wish it was the end

And that there was a better place

Far away from the mess of my mind

And far away from this hectic world

But, the end isn't around this bend

And I might never have a safe space

Nor leave this spot of running behind

Misplacing my title of being the sad girl

It's okay.

At least for now.

Tomorrow, it probably won't be.

But right now?

Right now, I think it's worth running a little longer.