Sadness is the disease I'm riddled with
It eats away at my decaying body
My eyes don't see the world like it's supposed to be
They see something that believes it is not real,
I hear more than I should
See things no one else does.
What is there to do?
There is no cure,
It's fatal,
It tears at me
Ripping me to ribbons
My blood stains my skin.
I can't tell the difference
Between what's real and what's not
My dreams feel like memories,
Making me question myself.
It hurts
I wish nothing but to be happy
For my friends and family
But it hurts
So much.
The pain is eating my brain.
I want to leave
But where can I go?
I drift and dream
Hoping it to be real
But I'm always disappointed
The tears sting and cut my skin
They rip into me
Causing nothing but the heavy weight
Of sadness
The weight crushes and breaks me
It causes my bones to break my skin
With the blood spilling from my body.
The sadness drips down and burns
It causes my skin to turn fiery red
It scorches me so much
That my skin peels off
This disease stops me
From telling anyone
That I'm suffering
It let's me tell small bits
Bits that don't mean anything
You mustn't hurt them
You mustn't let them see
You mustn't make them feel useless
You mustn't let others contract your disease
I won't. I wouldn't dream of it.
I refuse to let others hurt
They don't deserve to be forced to help
I must stay quiet
And hope for it to leave
Because it will
I've been told that it leaves
I can wait.
