my sadness is irregular
it comes in like waves
but leaves like a tide
my sadness is unpredictable
it stings but then sends
a shiver down my back
feeling so good
chilling
my sadness is fatal
like the waves pulling you out
and the tide never bringing you back
slowly drowning
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
