Sadness is so quickly banished,
instantly cast away, vanished.
Sadness is a thing of true beauty,
rejected, shunned, for doing her duty.
Sadness is never welcome here,
she brings nothing but evil, death, and fear.
Sadness just needs a warm embrace,
someone to end her endless chase.
Sadness just needs someone to love,
she is pure and innocent, dressed like a dove.
She roams the Earth, searching and weeping,
bearing on her shoulders the secret she is keeping.
Someone help her, someone please.
Someone out there holds her keys.
No one's there?
I'll be the one to hold her hand,
I'll be the one to take a stand.
Sadness is mine, just go away.
Go away, she's my sun ray.
She's my precious gem,
my beautiful mayhem.
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Poems of a Suicidal Memory
PoetryI took all of my poems and compiled them into one big thing. Comments and constructive criticism are/is much appreciated. I will add to this as I write more, therefore there will be no set time for when I will update. Just read, enjoy, and support m...