Literature
This Sadness.
this sadness and pain feel like a walk though the past.
when I was young and felt life have nothing to give nor the care.
I waited and waited on what felt like an decade.
happiness did came but I had my worries about this, my dreams told me warnings but I didn't listen.
I paid the price, I was happy to take the extra burden that came along with my secret.
my reason for life is gone as well as my light to guide me thought it.
hugs nor fake smiles will not clear this dread feeling, only make it worse for the both of us.
until I'm ready or I'm well enough, I can't get close to you for now.
dead tree's leaf flies though the wind, looking