Sadness Follows Me

Sadness follows me like a lost dog,

It's in everything I see,

Everywhere I go,

Sadness follows me like a constant shadow.

Somedays, it leaves me be,

Somedays I feel it like rain pattering faintly,

Building up like waves,

It crashes over my grave,

Somedays, it falls on me like a weighted blanket made of agony.

So you see,

It is not I who decides,

When it comes and goes,

When it vanishes and stays,

So you see,

I have no choice in days I have to let myself get buried.

Like a constant companion,

Loyal in a twisted sense,

Like a presence overshadowing my existence,

Like a god playing with its creation.

At nights , my sadness and I ,

Lie side by side,

As the night goes by,

It latches itself onto me like a parasite,

It smears it's darkness onto me ,

Leaving imprints no one can see.

Some days are decent enough,

Sometimes I laugh with my friends during the day,

But inevitably, come what may,

Night rolls around,

And it latches itself onto me again,

Like a ghost from the past creeping up on you,

And refusing to leave no matter what you do.

It's been like that for about five years now,

I don't know,

I've lost count,

Like a constant presence,

I'm a puppet,

In a never ending story,

And the author is anything but me.