Being sad is one of the worst feelings in the world,

Makes the tiniest of things into gigantic hurdles,

Going everywhere and nowhere, turning in circles,

Just food for the picking for life’s vultures,

Not the kind that you read about in scriptures,

But the ones that freeze your soul as you hide under your covers,

Only to discover,

The birth of a 1000 sufferers,

They never leave, they’re overstayed unwelcome visitors,

Like hearing a knock at the door only to find it’s Jehovah's Witnesses,

Popping up here and there in random appearances,

The way they take the light away is very meticulous,

Just a product of the dark side of life’s wickedness,

It’s limitless and covers infinite distances,

Running out of ways to cope we experiment with illegal substances,

It comes in sequences that leave us in a state of drunkenness,

An all consuming poison that infects everything it touches,

Blood rushes, hope weakens, stuck within its clutches.

S.A.D. Creating Sorrow and Despair,

A silent war our perception of mind declares,

Sneaking through and tearing down our barriers,

Creating zombie dreamers and nonbelievers,

Carrying around fake smiles under this sad skin we wear,

Try to numb it down with a bottle of pills,

I don’t know if I should take any but I probably will,

Not too many, maybe just 1 or 2 or possibly 12,

Idk just enough so I won’t have to deal with myself,

I’d rather go up against the devil,

Than to face my own self-created hell,

Falling further into the abyss, no one can hear me yell.

It creeps into your bones,

A reminder that you may be lonely but never alone,

Just a clone of a clone, heart turned to stone,

For as long as I know I’ve been on my own,

I can hear life calling but there’s no one home,

Lost in the catacombs of my soul,

I walk the weary streets I used to roam,

Through the dark from dusk till dawn,

I’m a ticking time bomb,

Set and ready to explode,

I can’t explain it so I figured if I wrote,

I could get the words out that continue to choke.

S.A.D. Shattered and defeated,

Life code downloaded and deleted,

Doomed to walk down the road that’s been repeated,

We walk around feeling like our souls have been defeated,

Need feelings I never new I needed, the ones trampled and shrouded in mystery,

The kind that’s wrapped in serenity,

Could be a remedy but my reserves are running on empty,

Lost in a cloud of misery,

That gets thicker as it inflicts more injury,

I believe its sole purpose is to keep hurting me,

Breaking me, pulling me deeper into me,

Swallowing me making sure I never get free.

We go from drugs to the mother of 10,000 things,

Sadness is the mother of all that we see,

The mother of 10,000 things is the reason for our countless suffering,

Fallen angels with cracked halos and broken wings,

We look at the birds flying free,

Singing divine melodies perched upon trees,

We can’t hear 'cause our brain is locked and we lost the key,

We’re stuck in a nightmare hanging on by frayed strings,

Hoping for but at the same time afraid of what tomorrow will bring,

I might put the pills aside and become like my father addicted to the drink,

But that’s the kind of thing that makes me not want to think.

Thinking turns into horror, shows up as sorrow and despair,

They get heavy like a weight weighing heavy in the air,

Making it impossible to breathe, swallowed by life’s tears,

They show up when your soul is shaking in fear,

You feel like you’ll be sad forever and that’s a hell of a scare,

Yet we walk around ignorantly unaware,

Afraid to try anything 'cause we know we’ll fail,

So we stay in the sad version of a fairytale,

Yet here we are living under the Devil’s fingernail,

Echoes of control caught in a downward spiral,

A vicious cycle, with no revival, every day is a fight for survival,

As everything around us turns into cancer cells,

Pulling us deeper so no one can hear the yells from which we dwell,

So we drift away and with every breath we carry the heaviness of every farewell!

—ŤerryŠalmon—