I. Am. Sadness.
I have become sadness,
For it has consumed me.
It has swallowed me whole and
it is as though I am slowly decomposing.
Breaking down.
Becoming close to nothing.
My only hope?
That sadness will spit me back out again.
But, even if it does,
I'll never be the same.
I'll never be whole.
For some of me is still sadness.
Some of me... was left behind.
