Thoughts on a Dark Day

Words are floating
in my head,
trying to describe
a worthless thread
of thought
that winds
about inside
my mind.
Maybe worthless
isn’t how I
should describe
it.
It’s painful;
important;
It cannot be
described.
Why do I
hurt
so much that I
can’t even think?
There’s worse
out there,
so why does this
matter?

I'll put a poem to music and post it on youtube.
i could be the next big thing.
i would rack up the number of views every day.
record deals could be mine (if i only could sing)
i'd see all the fame i had missed all along.
i have got to write a pop song...