Sad Boy

Sad boy,
Soul drips away
Day to day,
No longer depending on the count down
Focused only on the desertion.

Sad boy,
Taking cares
Not to vent at you
Only boiling inside, evaporating.
Churning out cold melancholy

No release allowed any longer.
He tells himself it’s for the best,
And she agrees only deepening the wound.

Chained and bound to decisions
Like a martyr he never wished to be

Sad boy,
Learning how to unforgive
Learning the ways of depression
Forgetting the count down because
After all
You can only count backwards for so long.