Do you know the random spurts of sadness?
The ones where you don't want to do anything at all?
The times where all you want is to sit in silence, thinking dangerously.
The kind of sadness, where you know you should talk to someone, but you don't know how to explain it.
The numbing sadness that has no justification.
Even if you know you should be happy, you still can't bring yourself to smile.
You start thinking of things that upsets you.
How you're annoying, inactive, and alone.
It's the kind of sadness that seeps in gradually, then hits you for hours.
That keeps you from even listening to music, your only escape.
Do you know the random spurts of sadness?...
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PoetryPoems and aspirations of my mind. Sometimes short stories [Not constantly updated]