sadness just eats you up until you have absolutely nothing,
it clings on you and ***** everything you have that feels good


you try to wash it down with *****
and the pills that lets you sleep,
but when you wake up you still feel the emptiness,
no matter what you do it just keeps haunting you,


then you started pretending,
you lie to yourself,
because maybe that can make it easier
and bearable


but in reality, you know can't cheat grief.
so you just listen to that old lie that kept you going; "it's gonna be okay"
even if it'll never be.