Sadness is not just tears
And sobs
And mourning and
Isolation
Sadness is the bags under your eyes
Because you can't sleep at night
Sadness is the indifferent silence where laughter used to ring
Sadness is empty chore where
Passion used to flow
Sadness is an occupied bed
With no sleeping scheduled
Sadness is the empty glint in your eyes
Where a twinkle used to shine
Sadness is a heavy sigh at
Two in the morning
And two in the afternoon
Sadness is losing interest
In people you used to adore
Sadness is slipping
From life everyday
But still breathing
Sadness is
Not sadness
This Sadness is Depression.
And Depression is dying
While you're still alive
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
Sadness is not just tears
And sobs
And mourning and
Isolation
Sadness is the bags under your eyes
Because you can't sleep at night
Sadness is the indifferent silence where laughter used to ring
Sadness is empty chore where
Passion used to flow
Sadness is an occupied bed
With no sleeping scheduled
Sadness is the empty glint in your eyes
Where a twinkle used to shine
Sadness is a heavy sigh at
Two in the morning
And two in the afternoon
Sadness is losing interest
In people you used to adore
Sadness is slipping
From life everyday
But still breathing
Sadness is
Not sadness
This Sadness is Depression.
And Depression is dying
While you're still alive
