Feeling of Such Depth That You Cannot See the Bottom

Do not think the sadboy is unaware 
that his sadness is insignificant.
It’s the insignificance that is so sad.

The sadboy is the heaviest matter in the universe;
if untethered, he thinks, he will fly away.

I’m crushing you! he screams. Oh my God, I’m crushing you!
On top of you, he is inconsolable.

Do you know how many times in a row the
sadboy can listen to the same song?
Less times than some, but still a lot.

There are glimmers of hope that the sadboy sees,
usually at a time of day when the sky is between colors.
He wants you to know that he wishes 
he was stupid enough to believe in God.

This damn critical thinking ability! he cries.
When he cries, if you point out that you see no tears,
he will remind you that there is nothing sadder
than the desire to cry without the action.

Metaphors include: wells (dry),
bodies (lifeless)…
When metaphors run out, what’s left?
Trick question: more metaphors.

The sadboy wishes for better metaphors,
calls it epiphany.