Sad

I have this dull ache in my chest every time someone says he or she is sad. I don't know if I should feel annoyed, angry, or confused.

I scream on the inside because I find it so fucking hard to talk about my struggle. I find it too difficult that I mask my sadness with bright smiles and laughter.

But these people -- it's so easy for them to change their online status to "sad," to tell people about their loneliness, depression, internal struggle like it's a staple topic for small talk.

Is their sadness the same as mine? The kind that gnaws at your gut, leaving you empty? It'd be great if it stopped at that -- if I ended up living a zombie-like existence. But, no. I feel too much. I'm empty inside, but I still feel too much. Imagine how exhausting that is.

Imagine living in my sadness every goddamn day.