Queen

My good old friend tattooed this is on my ribcage:

"You cannot be sad
without a reason,
Sadness requires answers
so it could be senseful"

-
I'm often sad with no reason

And every time things
begin to drench with tears,
I search
for all sorts of meaningless whys
Then,
Dissect the deeper meaningless whys
with poor depths
tirelessly sinking in the hums
of any other meaningless whys

I loathe the demand for answers
when there wasn't even a question offered
as to why it wanted
to rest in my senses

I have never welcome this misery
only to leave me floating up here...

With
no body
no heart
no soul

Who am I to lit the fire
that would burn my flesh?

Sadness shouldn't
roam the kingdom

It should be forbidden to enter

Sadness shouldn't rule the queen
Either the slave

I am not the queen
Nor the slave

But sadness is always present
Sadness afloat...

Kissing me
Burying its teeth on my skin

Sadness
Dives in my blood and bones

Sadness
Created me...

Starting to consume,
Consuming me

I become my own sadness
The slave,
The
Queen

Ruling me.