Congestion- This sadness is noticeable people here it in the way you talk. It’s the sob being chocked back when asked if you’re okay. This sadness is the soaking through your skin, begging to be seen.
Headaches- This sadness is consuming. You isolate yourself, hoping it will go away. It’s on your mind 24/7. The memories found in your mind making you unable to focus on anything else. This sadness makes its self-heard.
Fatigue- this sadness will be the death of you. This is the kind that makes you stay in bed all day because you can’t will yourself to get up. This is the bags under your eyes and your messy hair. This sadness will leave you exhausted.
Muscle aches- This sadness runs through your body, through your arms, down your legs and up your chest. It’s unpredictable. Waking up at 2am and feeling the pain all over again. This sadness won’t leave until you’ve been hurt.
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
