Sadness is not just a silly little toy that you can just pick up and play with, show off to your friends as if it were a prize.
It is something so much more and far more dangerous, It's like a thousand steely knives piercing into you into every existent part of your body
And you just bleed, and bleed and bleed and you never stop bleeding until there's nothing left but skins and bones and emptiness.
So why would anyone desire such a thing, why would anyone just use it to gain pity and sympathy?
This is not beautiful it is not a spectacle It never was like that scrape you got from falling off your bike at the age of 6
It's a treacherous path you're taking, to force such a thing upon yourself Sadness immerses you like a tidal wave swallowing a cruise ship whole
When you realize you're drowning it's already too late You can't escape what lies inside without destroying yourself You've been caught in your own trap
It's not so silly now, is it? It's an illness within you your own demons devouring you from the inside out and it's all in your ******* head
Many encourage such a horrid thing and don't even realize the effect of their ****** and poisonous words
What a sick and immoral thing that a human being could do, waste their time on Earth to get rid of another's
And yet you people glorify such a ****** emotion, as if it were a silly little toy you children play with