Sadness is a choice, you can either dodge it or accept the punch, You're thoughts are useless and your vision is blurred, your eyes start to burn and you can't speak a word. "Save me" you whisper but you're already too hurt and you can't be heard. You lay on the floor struggling to breathe but you know it's time to step off this ring. The time ticks and your limping the whole way, why is it you that has to feel this way? Hours pass and you remain in defeat, you have now mastered pain and agony.