that certain type of sadness
that makes you forget yourself.
sadness controls
every move you make
every thought you think
every tear you shed.
the sadness you can
not seem to shake.
the burning in your mind,
wanting so badly
to be happy and normal.
the icy cold tears
that run down your face
when you least expect it.
as soon as you think you’re
in a better place,
sadness reaches down
into the depths of your soul
and casts itself throughout
your entire body.
grasping your head with
fear and agony.
all the screaming that only occurs
in your mind
creates that certain type of sadness.

delicate complexion and
precisely lined lips;
a kind of beauty
that catches everyone’s
attention.
curly hair
and a button nose;
that everyone
adores.
a cheeky smile and
a slight blush;
can blow anyone’s
breath away.
a kind soul and
a happy heart;
is truly stunning.
beauty can only do so much,
because looks fade,
and wrikles appear.
someone’s soul
is much more
appealing
to the eye.

~•~

don’t forget
that kind
of
BEAUTY

loving me is Heaven.. and Hell.
my angelic mask
hides
my demons.
stick with me
long enough
and you may meet them,
my angels
and unfortunately,
my demons.

~•~

they hurt me.