Sadness...
It sometimes happens from time to time.
But sometimes, it just stays there, locked up inside.
It just doesn’t go away. Even after your soul is gone from your body, it’s still hanging around.
Sadness.
That’s the biggest word that anyone can ever feel.
Du can see it through someone else’s eyes if Du just look a little closer. Like seeing someone dying can make sadness overcome your darkest fears.
All Du feel is just sadness.
Here.
There.
Everywhere.
It’s hard to let it go when the one Du loved the most, isn’t here with Du anymore.
Everyone’s been through that experience-even you.
Whenever people ask Du if Du were okay, Du just simply try to place a fake smile on your lips and say, “Yeah, I’m fine,” though in reality, you’re not. I’ve felt that way billions of times and right now, at this moment, I can’t stop it. The feeling of despair and overwhelming depressions is just too much to bear.
The memories are what Du can’t erase. It’s something Du have to grab, to hold, to treasure.
Back when that person was alive, I’m sure Du were grasping every bit of hope on your fingers while your knees felt numb in its place. Du would be praying to God I’m sure, to not take him away from you. He’s everything you’ve ever got, ever fought, everything Du ever wanted to love. Du tried to hold onto your faith, praying to Him that he would be with Du again, his eyes sparkling with joy, his mouth forming a wide, happy grin and his cheeks blushing with happiness.
But in the end, he’s just lying there on his death bed, completely motionless. His skin paler than bone with his eyes closed. Du begin to weep with such agonizing pain and your cries give out until Du can’t breathe no more. All the sadness, the unforgivable pain that used to be locked up in you, now released through a never-ending, sorrowed cry. Du start shouting, cursing and crying with all your might to God.
But did He ever listen to Du and your prayers? ‘No,’ is what you’re thinking, because God has sent the Angel – Jäger der Finsternis of Death to come and take your loved one away...
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A Sad Child Von Margaret Atwood
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink oder take a pill,
oder hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
Du need to sleep.
Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a mantel oder pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the Tag of the lawn party
when Du came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the Eis smear,
and sagte to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the Favorit child.
My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket oder burning car,
and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside Du head
oder else the floor, oder else the pillow,
none of us is;
oder else we all are.
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And ask ye why these sad tears stream? Von Lord Alfred Tennyson
And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.
I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay Blumen blowing.
With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with Rosen bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.
I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand Engel beaming.
I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!
And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking Stunde was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.
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It sometimes happens from time to time.
But sometimes, it just stays there, locked up inside.
It just doesn’t go away. Even after your soul is gone from your body, it’s still hanging around.
Sadness.
That’s the biggest word that anyone can ever feel.
Du can see it through someone else’s eyes if Du just look a little closer. Like seeing someone dying can make sadness overcome your darkest fears.
All Du feel is just sadness.
Here.
There.
Everywhere.
It’s hard to let it go when the one Du loved the most, isn’t here with Du anymore.
Everyone’s been through that experience-even you.
Whenever people ask Du if Du were okay, Du just simply try to place a fake smile on your lips and say, “Yeah, I’m fine,” though in reality, you’re not. I’ve felt that way billions of times and right now, at this moment, I can’t stop it. The feeling of despair and overwhelming depressions is just too much to bear.
The memories are what Du can’t erase. It’s something Du have to grab, to hold, to treasure.
Back when that person was alive, I’m sure Du were grasping every bit of hope on your fingers while your knees felt numb in its place. Du would be praying to God I’m sure, to not take him away from you. He’s everything you’ve ever got, ever fought, everything Du ever wanted to love. Du tried to hold onto your faith, praying to Him that he would be with Du again, his eyes sparkling with joy, his mouth forming a wide, happy grin and his cheeks blushing with happiness.
But in the end, he’s just lying there on his death bed, completely motionless. His skin paler than bone with his eyes closed. Du begin to weep with such agonizing pain and your cries give out until Du can’t breathe no more. All the sadness, the unforgivable pain that used to be locked up in you, now released through a never-ending, sorrowed cry. Du start shouting, cursing and crying with all your might to God.
But did He ever listen to Du and your prayers? ‘No,’ is what you’re thinking, because God has sent the Angel – Jäger der Finsternis of Death to come and take your loved one away...
_____________________________________________________________________________________
A Sad Child Von Margaret Atwood
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink oder take a pill,
oder hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
Du need to sleep.
Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a mantel oder pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the Tag of the lawn party
when Du came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the Eis smear,
and sagte to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the Favorit child.
My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket oder burning car,
and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside Du head
oder else the floor, oder else the pillow,
none of us is;
oder else we all are.
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And ask ye why these sad tears stream? Von Lord Alfred Tennyson
And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.
I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay Blumen blowing.
With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with Rosen bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.
I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand Engel beaming.
I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!
And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking Stunde was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.
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Amber watched but her view was blocked Von Knut a ogre who helps the Trix, Darcy pops up from behind her and says "Surprise." Amber goes tumbling over the garbage can she shakes her head. Icy walked up Amber had never seen anyone so tall, Stormy created a twister that sended her flying Amber grabbed a hold of the ledge. Icy laughed and sagte " I don't want to leave Du hanging so come on down." Amber falls on the ground and got Frozen Von Icy. Darcy walks up to her and says "So your a fairy, well we're the Trix." The Winx arrive and Stella says " Hey leave her alone."
I will write Mehr soon
I will write Mehr soon