Such is the price of sadness.

You know what sadness is?

It’s knowing pain. The kind of pain that brings you goosebumps when you hear about it.

It’s this evil evil monster that resides inside you. Kind of like a Dementor. It feeds on your wishes, your happiest memories. It brings about your guilt and then soon that is all that resides in you. For a few moments, you doubt your entire existence.

Such is the price of sadness.

Imagine, just for a second, your worst nightmares. Now imagine them in a pile. Now imagine if that is all you see.

Can you live with that feeling? Waking up and realizing that it’s another day you have to get through.

Such is the price of sadness.

There is a blackness that surrounds you. A deep, intense, darkness. Not the kind where you can see the stars and wish upon them. The kind that has no light at the end of its tunnel. Its a tunnel that keeps going on and on forever. You want to escape it. You wish to escape it. But you can’t.  

It’s a horrible feeling.

So horrible that it hurts to exist. So horrible that for a mere fraction, you want out of your skin. But what if you get used to it?