• What do you think it means to be truly sad?

    How about when you feel like you have no reason to keep living. Or when you feel your heart actually breaking. When you shake and gasp for air with desparation. All hope is lost. All love is gone. When you’re happy one minute, and the next you stop dead in your tracks and weep. Crying has no meaning. To actually weep is to be truly sad. Weeping is mourning. Weeping is pain. You think that there is no way on earth that anything could get any worse. But it does. It always does. Why do you think that is? Am I a cursed creature? Am I doomed to forever suffer as I do now? Questioning the very flesh you reside in. Questioning everyone else around you. Alone. Why do some people adapt to life better than others? Another quirk in the curse? I mourn for life. I mourn for love. I mourn for salvation. I mourn for myself. I am truly sad. I am the truly cursed creature earlier described. Why? Only the gods know. I am a creature of the earth. No one has to love me, but I tell myself that they do. I tell myself that I am alone, when I am not. I know what it means to be truly sad.

    To be me, is to be truly sad.