Pillowtalk

Sadness

I carry this raw and searing sadness within me. I can feel my heart slowly fracturing, each piece breaking away. These are the pieces you took when you chose not to trust me and when you decided to replace me.

This deep sadness seems etched into my very skin. No matter how hard I try to carve it out, it remains, an indelible mark.

This aching sorrow courses through my veins, flowing so swiftly that I can no longer find warmth in my own body.

I am deeply, profoundly sad.