no one really mentions what it's like to be on the other side of someone's sadness.
it seems selfish just to talk about it, but i would really like you to know.
see, i can deal with mood swings and panic, i know that i can be there for them, but when it comes to crippling depression i don't even know what to do with my hands.
it is the most helpless feeling watching someone you love lose themselves within their own heads, going inwards instead of out, just standing there as sickness isolates them.
feeling incredibly useless.
feeling like you've lost them even if they're sitting right there in front of you.
knowing you can't cry about it because the tears belong to them.
knowing you can't be weak because they are weaker.
killing every sad thought of your own because your thoughts don't tell you to die.
and the all-consuming guilt that comes with all these thoughts and feelings.
even though it is not as bad, the other side of sadness can be very lonely too.
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