Sadness. It can be beautiful, but it can be scary. Sadness is like a monster. A demon. Sometimes, we all try to believe that a monster or demon cannot hurt us. We block said demon out of our lives, and tell ourselves that we can't feel them beside us. We tell ourselves that we cannot feel evils cold and sharp fingers wrapped around our pale necks, strangling us; leaving us gasping for air. But after a while, we tend to realize that there may be something there after all. Something that could kill us. Something that could make our lives miserable. Slowly sucking us dry.
Sadness is the same. You can hide it behind laughter and smiles, but even if nobody knows, it's still inside of you. Tugging at you. And it's slowly killing you. Day by day. Night by night. And somehow, there is a destructive beauty in this tragedy.
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Poetry/Short Stories
PoetryI decided to write little poems and short stories. Just some ideas.
