Gone

The worst part about being sad is being ok at the same time. you can't talk to anyone because they will never understand. "there's worse." sure. sure there is. but what about now? what do I do now? the days go quick, but the nights, the nights drag and drag. I count down the minutes till I can sleep and be unconscious. I keep crying, but no tears fall. I can't help myself. I'm not worth it.