Sadness is not just a silly little toy
that you can just pick up
and play with,
show off to your friends
as if it were a prize.

It is something so much more
and far more dangerous,
It's like a thousand steely knives
piercing into you
into every existent part of your body

And you just bleed,
and bleed and bleed
and you never stop bleeding
until there's nothing left
but skins and bones and emptiness.

So why would anyone
desire such a thing,
why would anyone
just use it
to gain pity and sympathy?

This is not beautiful
it is not a spectacle
It never was like that scrape
you got from falling off your bike
at the age of 6

It's a treacherous path you're taking,
to force such a thing upon yourself
Sadness immerses you
like a tidal wave
swallowing a cruise ship whole

When you realize you're drowning
it's already too late
You can't escape what lies inside
without destroying yourself
You've been caught in your own trap

It's not so silly now, is it?
It's an illness within you
your own demons
devouring you from the inside out
and it's all in your ******* head

Many encourage
such a horrid thing
and don't even realize
the effect
of their ****** and poisonous words

What a sick
and immoral thing
that a human being could do,
waste their time on Earth
to get rid of another's

And yet you people glorify
such a ****** emotion,
as if
it were a silly little toy
you children play with