Why are we Sad?

Its because we're scared.

We're scared that good times are over for good.

We're scared of screwing up again.

We're scared of someone screwing us over again.

We're scared of trusting someone because we're so stuck in this illusory conviction that they're all the same.

We're scared to believe that there's an end to the tunnel, because we're too busy brooding over the dark interiors.

We're scared of breathing, because we're all going to die someday, why wait?

Thats what happens when we're sad. We resign ourselves to this all-pervasive conquering fear. The fear to simply and merely live.

The fear to move on. Thats why we're sad.

Does Life actually Go on?

The ANGST,

Of the lost touch of a loving father,

Of the tears she shed wishing it were all a bad dream,

Of the man she dreamt of, who would never be,

Of the heartbreak from a man, who almost was,

Of a heart too scared to love.

Will remain untold...

The MEMORIES,

Of the warmth in each dream,

Of the genuine effort to reform,

Of the blood trickling down free like water,

Of the consummate pain and bitterness,

Of the fear of self-destruction,

Will never Unfold.

Life goes on, mechanically,

For the millions who don't know her,

For the millions who never will,

For those who once loved her but left,

For those whom she loved and died within in wait,

For the man, she needed the most.

Life does go On.