Is It Like This

Am I really gloomy? am I really sad? am I really hurt? is it really that bad?

Should it hurt? is it normal to last this long? after all, death is permanent. but I didn't expect to constantly hear your song.

So here we go again, thought for the day. how am I supposed to deal with this? when I can't even find my own way...

I ask you not to go, when you've already left months back. but I persist on clinging to your memory. even when a mind is at lack.

So I'll ask again if I'm really gloomy, if I'm really sad, if I'm really hurt, and if it's all really so bad?