Sometimes the sadness comes back. Theres no warning, it just comes full force, and I end up having to sit around waiting for it to end. Some days it goes away quickly, other days it sticks around like flies on a dead body.
I know its sadness because my body starts to ache. Every crevasse, every edge of my body starts to feel this subtle pain that slowly becomes too much. My heart begins to feel as if a wild beast is tearing it apart, or as if someone is slowly squeezing my heart until its no more.
This sadness as I've been calling it is depression... I know it is, because it consumes me so much... Its just that calling it sadness makes it sound less harsh...
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my thoughts at 12 a.m.
RandomPeople wonder what goes on in others minds... well here's what runs through my mind during the time where bodies sleep and brains race for solutions to the problems they create or may face each day... yet sometimes most of these thoughts stay a secr...
