Dear everyone

Dear everyone

A Poem by Themessanger
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The truth

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Sadness is an interesting thing that is often misconstrued into something that it isn't everybody knows what it's is like but as soon as it's gone they forget what it truly feels like so when it's time to be there for the people you love you think you know but you don't truly remember because of the simple fact you don't want to. You see some of the saddest people can be happier than the happiest people. Sad people yes they are always sad. Happy people though it is so much worse. For them their mood is like a painter painting an elaborate beautiful painting one tiny line or drop in the wrong spot or time can ruin it. And then it begins for them this huge snowball of emotion. Because that one small thing led to this deeper sadness because of one very simple thing. They thought. The one drop starts to slowly spread and soon the entire beautiful painting becomes eclipsed with this everlasting virulent deadly beauty of black and in the corner ever so much is this little tiny speck of the painting remaining. And this is the moment where the happiest can become one of the saddest or go back to one of the happiest do they focus on the good stuff and restore the painting or do they continue think of what is wrong. Sadness can lead to many things. If this person is of faith sadness can be religious suicide sadness is the epitome of spiritual death. They start to blame their God or gods saying that is their fault. But it isn't bad things happen to everyone it really is their own fault they did the one thing that every single human has to do its impossible not to do and that is think. So for some it is constant torrential downpour of depression. Others it is a road potholes here and there but they are fine and will get through some times they'll get a bent rim but that can be fixed. Then there is the last people to them sadness is like a monstrous tsunami that was spotted off the shore not in time to escape but enough time to realize that it's going to happen and they can survive if they try if they work hard they can get their regular life back like nothing happened except to them deep deep down something changed and it will never be the same and this thing can ruin their life it will be rebuilt for a short time but then it starts to shatter into pieces like someone dropped glass. Humans are sad people that is the bitter truth and as a true compassionate artist I ask experience it's true form it's so vivid and black at the same time it's like a beautiful deadly snow leopard staring you in the eyes I know I can't escape it so I embrace using art as my only outlet as an artist I can show...no it is my duty to show the truths of sadness happiness good bad and ultimately reveal that the worst thing isn't dying it actually is living in this dark depressed manipulated abused world
                                                                                     -the artist

© 2015 Themessanger


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Added on November 30, 2015
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