Sadness

Sadness…. Sadness is like a razor blade sliding across your flesh, watching your blood flow down your arm. Sadness is your friend dieing in your arms, after he just took a bullet for you. Sadness is your father telling you that you’ll never become anything. Sadness is every joint you smoke to get rid of your pain. Sadness is the cool, slick feeling of the barrel of your father’s handgun against your temple. Sadness is wondering who will be at your funeral when you die. Sadness is the look of your mother’s face when she looks at your painless body. Sadness is the thought of pulling the trigger and ending your life Sadness is the voices in your head telling you not too. Sadness is, for you, not pulling the trigger. Sadness… bang…