Melancholy

This poem describes how I am on days when I just wake up wrong. No real cause for the feelings. They're just there.

I wanna close all the blinds

Pretend its raining outside

Cuz there are clouds in my mind

Things I can’t put behind

I wanna lay on my floor

Seal myself inside a door

Feel the numbness in my core

Block out the things I abhor

I wanna hear artists speak their riddles

Heal my nerves, growing brittle

Enlarge my esteem, becoming little

Sand my rough wooden heart, so whittled

I wanna trip out on vivid dreams, so placid

I’m like a junkie without any acid

These thoughts are twisted and drastic

They need time to play outside their plastic

I wanna soak in a bathtub of sorrow

Spend all the free time I’ve borrowed

To hard-reset this sleepless bizarre mode

In order to wake up normal tomorrow