Sadness, the only thing that's ever been close to me. When I felt alone with no hope left, she came with arms extended. No judgement comes from her. She races to me at the sight of tragedy. Sadness. My only friend. She comes the only way she knows how. Holds me tight until the tears start racing then all the pain begins escaping.

One after another they kept dragging me down. Making me want to leave this town, but she gazes at me and understands. Sadness is restless and knows me so well.

Everything fell a part one day. I just needed somewhere for my head to lay. Sadness didnt come that day. I guess she knew it was over for me.