Sad is a small word to describe how I feel,
What about if I replace it with paralyzed ?
What about if you ever ask about me, I answer with: “ I am destroyed, I am shattered to pieces, I am burned to ashes”
Would it still sound the same to you ?
Because sad to me is a small word.
Sad can’t actually describe to you what I think about inside my head.
Sad can’t describe how my heart shatters inside my body.
Sad can’t describe the emptiness of my soul.
Sad isn’t me.
I am roaming the streets, looking for the last glimpse of happiness.
I am searching inside of me, looking for the last beam of hope.
I am looking at the ceiling of my room, looking for a new world to escape it all.
Sad ? Who ? Me ? Oh no honey, I am not sad. I am everything but sad.
