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Sadness


Sadness is so peculiar It creeps up on you, and then bam, It hits you with its full force It overpowers you And you don’t know what to do You just sit there, weeping, hoping But the problem is that no one cares No one is going to help you when you are down No one will ever be there for you when you are sad That’s the lie of the world That we have each other’s backs But when we really need someone No one is there And this sadness, it subsides for a little while You ignore it and it dies But only to come back even stronger To hurt you even more So much more than you could’ve imagined And again, we are stuck without a friend Without anyone And then, when you decide to do something drastic People really realize the pain that you felt The anguish, the tears that you cried And they feel sorry that they didn’t do anything That they couldn’t help That they didn’t know But the fact of the matter is that they did know, They knew but they didn’t care They will never care Friends are not permanent Friends will leave And that’s one of the ugliest truths of life That someone who is so close to you now Might be your worst enemy in 2 weeks, Or 2 days Or 2 hours Or 2 minutes And once we realize this, We realize how alone we are in this world How incredibly alone we are There are people around us, but we’re alone And that in the end, all of our lives are pathetic And pointless And dumb And then, we just die Like that, Erased from existence Bam, you’re gone, forever
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