Sadness
Sadness.
It makes you feel empty.
It makes you feel alone.
It makes you cry.
It makes you mad.
It makes you do horrible things.
It makes you feel like a flower,
plucked carelessly out of the earth.
It makes you feel dread.
Like you are stranded in the mountains waiting to die.
It makes you feel offended.
Like you were being attacked.
It makes you push away help.
It makes you hate everybody and everything.
It makes your life a curse.
It makes you a curse.
It makes your mind fizzy,
not letting you think,
taking over your body.
It makes life horrible.
Worse every day.
Sadness.
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2012
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