Sorrow

Hate is a real tough feeling. It kills me whenever I feel like he hates me. The feeling of deep dark hate that wells up inside of you that's waiting to burst out. Except when it does burst out it’s not hate, its sorrow. The only thing in the world that can heal that sorrow is the very thing that is causing it. You wanna hate them but then when you see that person you know that you are in the wrong. The abyss of hate begins its course on you. The first stage: Denial. As it is in every stage that is mentioned in any other scripture of work. Denial is the very thing you want to do. You wanna try to deny it and try and blame it on that person. Make them feel bad that way you could feel better and that is the worst step of all. The next course that the dark monster takes on you is misery. You want to cry and be apart from everyone. You want to skip this part of your life and then move on with or without this person as long as you don't have to feel this way. The feeling of deep, deep sorrow. but you know that you would literally fall apart if you didn't have that person in your life. So you just cope with this stage by crying. Crying yourself to sleep. crying enough until your eyes run dry and began to bleed. Not bleed with blood but with sadness. You cry yourself to the point to where you can’t cry cause all of your tears are dried up. Then you cry some more cause you can’t cry no more. The next stage the angry black snake takes on too you is cravings. The very stage that you hate the most. The one thing that has brought this sorrow on you and all these phases is the very thing you breathe for. The one thing that you live for. The thing you can’t help but want. You crave it so much that just the thought of this person just makes you want to rip your clothes off and let them caress you. Like you are having make up sex just too please you for the moment. But then once its over you realize you want more. You realize that you want it all. That you don't ever wanna stop making love. Whether it be in your head or whether it be for real. You just know that you don't want it to go away. That’s one thing you know for sure. The last stage that you go through is realization.Your eyes slowly began to open and you realize that it wasn’t for real. That the pain wasn’t there. That the course of the monster getting you wasn't what you thought. That your mind blew it out of proportion. And when you turned around the very thing that was causing you sorrow was waiting for you at the end of the tunnel.