On some days, My sadness is small ; As small as a teardrop rolling down my cheek. And on the others, It's too huge to fit into my hands. It stretches, it expands And becomes a giant monster. It visits me on lonely nights With lilies and chocolates. It slits my skin And pulls out my veins Like guitar strings And plays a strange rhythm. It sings gloomy songs to me And makes me eat bitter memories for dinner. On some days, It hides inside my pocket like a baby bird; And on others, It holds my hand Like my lover And we go out for a walk. It makes love to me every night We blend into each other; So perfectly that We become indistinguishable. But when I try to leave, It screams, Groans, Cries, Howls like a wolf. It throws the crockery at me And cuts my skin with a knife. It bites me And strangles me until I'm out of breath.