Unplaced, uncalled for sadness is the worst;
Like a **** it sprouts up
In some crack within my ribcage.
I don't understand the sadness.
It goes ignored and disregarded
Because I can't place why it began to grow,
And it'll just continue to grow
Until it takes over my body,
Growing by the streams down my cheeks.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
Unplaced, uncalled for sadness is the worst;
Like a **** it sprouts up
In some crack within my ribcage.
I don't understand the sadness.
It goes ignored and disregarded
Because I can't place why it began to grow,
And it'll just continue to grow
Until it takes over my body,
Growing by the streams down my cheeks.
