My Sadness

Someone says that it is important to take sadness for a walk twice a day because sadness likes cracked sidewalks and large bodies of water

The sadness likes coffee shops and subway stops that are empty or crowded and the sadness likes extremes

BUT MY SADNESS likes the bed
My sadness likes the smell of my blankets, never been washed for a month
It likes to crawl in bed all day long not wanting to open its eyes for the sunshine
But it opens its eyes for the read messages from my inbox and messenger
It sometimes shed tears but always sobs for grievance

My sadness really likes to watch sad movies five times a day
Weeping is its hobby

My sadness never takes a bath because it believes that when it takes a bath everything will be alright
The water has its own power of healing and washing away all traces of sore

My sadness likes to eat a lot
Eating food is like eating a lot of useless feelings
But the taste of bitterness never fades
It always stay on the tip of my tongue

My sadness loves to stay late at night
Though it always close its eyes for the day
It never sleeps
Oh my poor sadness has insomnia

My sadness doesn't hate anybody
It doesn't hate a person or a thing
But my sadness hates the body that brings it
Self-loathing is its masterpiece

It hates this body for not being enough to people
Why some stays temporarily then leaves it fainting
It hates this body for not being perfect
It hates this body for easily falling into holes and traps
Breaking its bones and getting bruises
Ripping its veins, bloody and wounded

My sadness wakes up every morning despite no reason at all

And my heart should pay for the lease of it whole

My awful sadness loves this body to suffer.

My sadness wants to stay sad
My sadness never wants to be happy

I am still waiting for the day where this grief, mourning and sadness does not own me anymore.