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On Sadness
Have you ever stopped and asked yourself what sadness really is? What do we know about it? What do we know about suffering and loss? What do we know about failures and frustrations? What do we know about the evil side of life?
I think it's relative. Sadness can break someone though; break it to a point wherein it's already impossible to be put together. I guess that's the lowest point. When all you do doesn't make sense anymore, when all you hoped for slipped away from your hands, and all that you ever wanted is the same thing that you can never have, to some, that qualifies as sadness. You die everyday, or atleast you feel that you do. When that pain in your chest starts to feel like there's something scraping it from the inside, then I think you're in a bad shape. What's worse than falling asleep while being lulled by the sound of your heart breaking?
Life goes on, or so they say it does.
How frustrating it is when all you can do is to live and ...
Walked Out
Looking back on the days
When I can still genuinely smile
Those were the finest I can recall
I hope it lasted for a longer while
Back when waking up is a blessing
Days are something to look forward to
When everything still makes sense
Daydreaming and hopes, too
Back when you're still here
With the promises that you'll stay
When you said you won't be like the rest
And you'll never lose me in any way
Looking back on those days
Wrench a big chunk of myself
Now that you carried on without me
And I can't cry out for help
You just moved on and left
All of a sudden you've walked out
Now I'm just like a piece of trash
Useless and thrown out
Are you happy now?
Are you doing just fine?
I guess it wouldn't matter
You'll never be mine
Wed, Nov 27, 2013
12:46:11 PM.
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