Sadness is like an abandoned room,
Empty, Lonely, and Dark.
You always seem to fume,
But maybe hope will spark.
Hope is like world peace,
Unlikely, Hypothetical, and a Lie.
You think the hatred will never cease,
But all you can do is sigh.
Hatred is like venom,
Poisonous, Degrading, and a Dark Shadow.
As the tears fall on your denim,
And the pain only you can know.
Sadness is a living hell,
And all you can do is fall under its spell.