sad but not that sad

I'll get it sorted, I swear I will because I have to. I can't keep sitting and wallowing he's not here he's not coming back I won't let him I've been hurt too many times by the same trick and no more magicians can slip through the cracks this time, we're filling the gaps drywall or fiberglass. no one can slip in, I'll let them in if they deserve my time I'm sad, but I'm not that sad not sad enough to keep telling everyone, "I'm not worth more than the dirt under your shoe." because I am worth more than that. I'm just now advocating for myself. too bad you don't have the key to get back in