Scream Sadness

I'm sick of reading
Of writing, of breathing
Of eating and speaking
Of pretending to love

Of wanting, of hating
Of hearing and tasting
Of seeing and feeling
I wish I could feel

Feel sadness, only sadness
For all of my life
Pure sadness, impure
Give me my strife

For I have sinned
Done my deed
I cannot win
Make me bleed

Bleed sadness, only sadness
Red and maybe blue
Cry sadness, liquid sadness
In the sky, it falls so true

Die in sadness
Help me move
Through life
Without you

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This is one of the four poems I wrote on a sad day. This has a bit of irony around it. "Pure sadness, impure," "sick of feeling... I wish I could feel." And I make sadness not only symbolizing blood but tears. The ending isn't saying that I want to live life without sadness; the whole poem is asking for it, so why would I do that? I want to live life without the struggle... I wanted sadness and nothing else; no conflict or guilt or anything. Anyways, I like this one.