Sad

You are the most saddest person in the world.

And nobody but you know it.

You walk around the halls moping.

You mumble of sadness underneath your breath, underneath your insecurity of insight.

Yet no one has a clue.

Although your nice and kind and sweet and bunch of roses in vase.

No one seems look past that.

The signs are there.

It's like walking past a giant billboard with a " hundred million dollar give out to anyone who sees this " and walk by.

They want something constant.

It's not like they don't see it.

They DON'T want to see it.

You have so many problems but it's not like there going to drop everything their doing and help you.

Yet, you remain the saddest the person in the world.

And to everyone you're the least of their problem.

You say this to yourself many times.

Be happy!

Stop moping!

Drop that bucket of fried chicken!

You ate that bucket of chicken that day.

It started a day.

A week.

A year.

You become very depressed and want to die.

A spark alights

You see across the hall

The world

The street

The second saddest person the world

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