mel·an·chol·y
noun
1. in which tears leak from the depths of our hearts. they're caught by unsuspecting tongues expecting rain but getting the fragments of sorrow instead, a bitter surprise from those who want escape from the fine line separating pain from relief. you'll get use to it though. the ache in your soul, your lachrymose eyes, the sleepless days.
2. it grows in trevasses. the crack in your mask, the hole in your mind, the split down your sanity. it blooms in your hands, nurtured by sharp words and cruel figures, but in the end it is yours to keep and raise.
3. it's such a pretty word. pretty enough to hide behind shimmers and disguise a world filled with desolation into a paradise. it lures unsuspecting naive children to the grave. so sweetie, sweetie, don't be fooled. behind that beauty is a hell not worth exploring.
Note: the pain is sweet and the tears are sweeter, darling
