Split Your Heart, Not Your Tongue

As I sit here and write this I realize I have nothing to say There's nothing important But I feel like I should seize the day That's what the man told me to do So I think I should follow It's only right, right? But instructions never leave me hallowed Instead, I become a bitter rebel Screaming to the top of my lungs I don't know what I'm fighting against yet But I'm tired of us all splitting our tongues So I sit here and write this With nothing to say Somehow I just said a mouthful But it probably won't matter today...      

"Not quite a victory to run from your problems But it's the only plan that I got... It's the only plan that I got"     I'm sad. Not about a particular thing or situation...just in general. It's not the kind of sad that will go away because today was a good day, it's the kind of sad that's deep rooted and keeps you fixated in one lonely space.  Have you ever felt like everyone was moving on while you were stuck to rot in a dark hole all alone? Maybe you do but even if you don't you could imagine how torturous that feels, so therefore, I'm sad and I'm not sure if there's anything that I could do about it. I'm not writing this to whine or complain, I'm writing it because I'm sure there are others out there that are just as sad but are too afraid to admit it. Too many times we die alone with our emotions eating away at us because we never say anything about it. Maybe if we said something, something will give...or