Sorrow

Sorrow

Sorrow is like a hand, that holds your heart tightly in it's grip, never really letting go. It follows you wherever you go, haunting you in your dreams by night, sneaking in your shadow by day.
It's the one thing you hate and love the most, because it hurts you forever, and because it makes you humane, shows that you care, that you're not totally numb.
It only disappears when you go all numb, when everything's wrong and you're at the bottom of your own world, looking up at the black clouds and red lightning, the dead plants and trees and the ghosts of animals and humans you've ever known. It's the place where nightmares don't scare you, where you're not hurt, where you're the happiest you've ever been, but still, it's the worst thing that could happen to you. But you won't be able to fight against it, you're helpless, all you can do is watch as it destroys your world and everything you've built, everything turns to dust and you slowly start to forget who you are. It's perfection.