Sorrow is always perceived as a genital emotion that is felt by many

They say that it is an simple emotion that lessens over time

An emotion that is a cousin to sadness that is felt by plenty

But true sorrow fills you up with such rage inside, just like mine

Only some ever feel this way by the death of someone precious to them

Especially at a young age as such as the age of six

It leaves an unending black hole of rage that make us feel numb

The rage is one that no one else will ever be able to fix

No one will understand nor will they ever live through our hell

We learn to control our anger the younger we are when sorrow drowns us

But inside we feel as though our hearts are being stabbed by nails

We try to find help, but they don’t understand what we discuss

The only way we survive is through our rage

From the moment we wake up to the moment we go to sleep

When we hide our anger we feel like we are trapped inside a cage

And we sink into a darkness that’s too deep

We feel as though life is just a book which we live in

Like we as though we want to have a more meaningful life

We faced the meaning of true sorrow with a terrible grin

We give in and become the sorrow that we have know and use our sorrow like a knife