Sadness's Cold Grip

Sadness has its cold grip on me.
No matter how much I struggle it won’t let go.
It just keeps getting tighter.

Everyday I can feel it, slowly tugging at my mind,
Begging for the chance to come out and play.
Most days it seizes it’s chance.
Whither it’s because of a boy or a friend,
Or just to do with how I treat my self,
Sadness can always find a way to come out.

Crying doesn’t help.
It just makes it even more unbearable.
And I don’t know how to deal with it.

I don’t cut, I don’t do anything bad.
Instead I try to talk to my friends, but they seem so far away.
They seem to care but not understand.
They can’t truly help me.
No one can.

Some days it feels like I’m walking towards a treasure.
A treasure unseen and unknown.
But I can’t get to it.
For I am walking through a never-ending river of syrup.

Even now, Sadness is taunting me.
It’s saying that Happiness will never truly win.
But I hope that Sadness is wrong.
I need Happiness to win!
It’s a hard fight,
The hardest battle I have ever faced.

But I will not let Sadness have me in its grip forever.