As old as she was, she could still stand
Not many would ask, "do you want a hand?"
Still I promise, though I do try
She still stands there, willing to defy
She isn't as grumpy as you might think
Though the things she would say, could make your heart sink
But why tell us this? You might apprehend
This is because, I'm her only friend

Everything needs to feed.
Animals, trees, humans... everything.
Even sad emotions need to feed.
Anger, anguish, hatred.
They need to feed.
But, sad emotions feed off of people.
They aren't infected like the happy ones.
They attack.
They start off slowly,
Attacking the mind bit by bit,
They then make their way in further,
Attacking more sensitive parts,
Like the emotion part, friendship part,
And family part.
They dissect your mind.
Breaking it away.
They feed off your hope to resurface.
But there is no need for that bit of hope.
Because they will continue to feed.
Deeper they will venture and feed.
Laughing as they go.
Feeding, feeding, feeding...
And in the end,
They will succeed,
No other emotion will be there.
Those other emotions left you long ago.
Only a mask for you to hide behind.
And those sad emotions will continue to feed.
Until you are just an empty shell,
An empty shell of what you once was.
Until you are left with nothing,
And vanish...
And soon, they will spread to another person,
Another person like you.
They'll become an empty shell,
Just like you.
And those sad emotions will keep on feeding,
Laughing as they go,
Feeding, feeding, feeding...
In the end,
They will feed,
And they did succeed...