Misery; life’s dark temptress. The low melodic lull of her voice tugs at my mind, urging me to once again commit the sin of self hatred. Words of ruin work to deaden my already dim spark of humanity. This kind of sadness is a pain that begs to be remembered. A pain that begs me to be swallowed up by the monsters rolling around like a cannonball in my head. A pain that wants to latch onto the marrow of my bones and **** me dry, leaving an empty husk of the woman I used to be behind. But no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I want to float in a soothing black sea of nothingness until I fade away, I catch a glimpse of life; a spark I’m drawn to like a moth that’s all too willing to be burned. The sadness begs to be remembered but life has a way of quieting the voices screaming for ownership of my soul, a decisive break from the chains that once bound me giving me enough room to stand and fight. Fight against the hopelessness weighing down my lungs and the emptiness filling my chest like a breath of fresh air. Because the sadness is a dark stain spreading across my soul, demanding validation, but I refuse to let the demon win.....I want to live.