I will sit in my sadness
as I drape it on like a mask
I'd even wear it to bed and alone
but never while sunlight hours pass
My sadness is often rooted in my chest
it's built to last
creating a storm
of anguish and despair
and outgrowing other emotions
in its path
My sadness looks like envy
and is filled with wrath
too much pride to subdue it
but easily broken like glass
My sadness looks like you
when your leaving
You,
when we're not speaking
You,
when you don't need me
You,
when your not near me.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
I will sit in my sadness
as I drape it on like a mask
I'd even wear it to bed and alone
but never while sunlight hours pass
My sadness is often rooted in my chest
it's built to last
creating a storm
of anguish and despair
and outgrowing other emotions
in its path
My sadness looks like envy
and is filled with wrath
too much pride to subdue it
but easily broken like glass
My sadness looks like you
when your leaving
You,
when we're not speaking
You,
when you don't need me
You,
when your not near me.
