Sadness is refusing to look in a mirror
Because you hate what looks back at you
Sadness is refusing to eat
Because mommy says you’ve gotten to big
Sadness is sitting in a room alone
Because you can’t stand a crowded room
Sadness is crying and screaming
Because you have to get it out somehow
Sadness is masking with a smile
Because who will believe you if you tell
Sadness is begging
Because you just want to be loved
Sadness is voices
Because they’re saying an end is easier
Sadness is fighting
Because you have to believe it gets better than this
About the Creator
Ashley
I'm just a girl...putting words on a page
Affection and Healing for Yourself
During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️3 days ago in Fiction
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