I hate it, I love it. I feel content in the sadness that creeps into every pore of my being.
The love of sadness is a feeling I cannot escape.
The sadness that invaded my waking hours into sleep from early steps.
The sadness I know that will never leave my soul as I draw my last.
The sadness that I take on exiting every interaction with you.
If I were to not have sadness I would not feel myself.
Would I exchange sadness for happiness.
The price of giving up sadness is a sacrifice too great.
For infinite sadness, I live with you.
I am comforted. By you.
Forever.
In sadness.