Sadness

It makes me sick, the way sadness is addicting. The way I can't stop. Sadness s familiar. It's comfortable and It's easy in a sense that it comes naturally to me. But every thing else is hard . The way that my body aches with self-hatred. The way my mind spins and spins with hopeless thoughts. The way it poisons everything i do , every relationship i have. yes its addicting , because i know sadness and i know it very well . and there is a sort of comfort with that being lone after every thing is ok.........