sadness isn’t just something you keep to yourself -
it’s a ******* infection.

it comes out with every word, every breath,

every whisper and every tear.

it leeches off you like a plague

and spreads from the pain you leave behind.

it goes after the ones you care about most,

threatening to bring them down with you.

mocking you.

taunting you.

until there’s silence -

an overwhelming silence that pounds in your skull and attacks your heart.

it’s hot but chilling.
it’s painful but deserving.

it eats away at what little of you is left.

it doesn’t slow.
it doesn’t stop.

until there’s nothing left for the sickness to prey upon.

until the silence wins its game.