The sadness won't go away
it comes in the morning, grabs me by the throat, threatens my life, and then leaves. I ask why.
"Why can't you leave me? Why can't you let me leave?"
I put on my mask.
The craziest one. I'm in no mood to put up with life and its disappointments.
I need my high.
I put on my high pitched voice and leave with a heavy heart, dripping with blood.
I can't say the sadness leaves but laughing extra loudly and making others laugh often helps.
After the exhaustion of the day; of living, it lays on my shoulders and brings me down. The mask wears away and the "happy high" leaves.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
The sadness won't go away
it comes in the morning, grabs me by the throat, threatens my life, and then leaves. I ask why.
"Why can't you leave me? Why can't you let me leave?"
I put on my mask.
The craziest one. I'm in no mood to put up with life and its disappointments.
I need my high.
I put on my high pitched voice and leave with a heavy heart, dripping with blood.
I can't say the sadness leaves but laughing extra loudly and making others laugh often helps.
After the exhaustion of the day; of living, it lays on my shoulders and brings me down. The mask wears away and the "happy high" leaves.
No end, sadness is endless until someone or something comes along to help, Sir Isaac Newton didn't teach you this, I did.
