It's not a choice.
It's not a strategy.
It doesn't even have a purpose.
Sadness can run through your veins,
like liquid metal.
It happens and it's just there.
You're just there.
Everything exists even though
you feel dead inside.
It tastes like the salt
running down your cheeks.
It smells like the cold sweat
after waking up from
endless nights of nightmares.
It feels like an overwhelming headache,
only ceasing when you
finally let it all out.
It sounds like the screams
of pain and
endless sobbing.
But after some time
you won't even feel it.
You'll only be numb.
[7/2/19]
