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.