It seems I can't do anything anymore without crying. It feels like there is no point to all this. I am sick of feeling this way, yet I can't change it. Dear sadness, why couldn't you be happier? I am trying to leave you behind, yet you persistently follow me everywhere I go. In those rare moments of clarity, I see how far I have fallen, what I have become, and I vow not to let it happen again. But it always does.
Dear Sadness, why must you be so powerful, so all-consuming? When you hit, there is nothing anyone can do to comfort me, despite their best efforts.
Dear Sadness, when will you go away for good? Or at least for more than a few hours' time? I hope soon, because I grow weary of fighting you. This battle is only becoming ever increasing, and I want to call a truce. You are hungry, and feed on my tears, you will allow for nothing other than complete victory.
Dear Sadness, you are a mind-numbing kind of agony. Dear Sadness, dear bringer of pain and heartache; I will keep fighting, because I was happy once, and I know I can be happy again.
Dear Sadness, I have ones who love me, who will hold me into the wee hours of the night. You have no one, and this is why you are so determined to possess me.
Dear Sadness, although you have become a frequent visitor in my life, I can't help but notice that my moments of happiness are becoming more frequent. Not frequent enough for my taste, but I will hold out for a day when I win.
