I am sorry.
Sadness is not
a tragically beautiful thing.
It is a
fire that burns you
from the inside out.
It is torturous
and distresses
both mind and body.
It clings to you,
reminds you that,
every breath is
betrayal.
Slowly,
you die not from the
flames scorching your ribs
or the pain that accompanies it,
but from the smoke that
fills your empty lungs.
You're heaving,
gasping, but the sadness
is there,
killing you.
Crying with you
as you cry.
