Writing When I’m Sad Is Productive & Pointless.

If I only read the words I write
I’d think that I was suicidal
Because when my pen is making marks
Is when my sadness runs, unbridled
But truly that is not the case
It’s not as bad as it may seem
For my depression is usually
As short lived as a dream
But when in a dream, you think it’s real
And it feels much longer than it is
Just like a day when you’re depressed
Feels as if it has been a hundred years
So I write to pass the miserable time
And maybe try to figure out
What it is that triggered these feelings
What this agony is all about
But when a dream or depressing day is over
Just the words or memories remain
And memories can’t convey a dream’s meaning
Nor can words accurately describe pain