Headaches, Malfunctions, and funny little Skeletons.

Being sad

Being sad feels like it should be a crime.
Locked behind the bars of your own ribcage.
Because that's where most of my sadness takes place.
Being sad is scary. Sometimes you're more sad than usual, and everything isn't going right, and it feels like everything you try to do to fix it won't work.
Being sad feels like you need to cry and you know that you need to cry but how can you cry if you've cried showers of dread and fear into an ocean of depression. Being sad feels like drowning in the tears that you've kept to yourself, reaching for a hand to pull you out of the sea of things trying to keep you pulled under. Being sad is such an understatement for what I feel, I feel like I'm on fire, on fire with such a passion for being sad, my fingers feel like matches, one wrong swipe and I'll set myself aflame, my veins are long lines of gunpowder leading to my heart, my heart a ball dynamite, another wrong move and I swear you'll hear the sizzling of my mistakes leading to my death. Smoke will come from my ears in an attempt to save the rest of me. Feeling this sad all the time, feeling this sad should be a crime.