Dead End Streets, Broken Homes, Shattered Lives, Lost Souls
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Now, onto today’s topic…dead end streets, broken homes, shattered lives, lost souls…that’s my longest title ever…^_^
Anyways…dead end streets, broken homes, shattered lives, lost souls…no one wants any of those. No one wants to be falling forever, stranded alone, broken, beaten, damned…yet, people are falling…and the only person keeping them at the bottom is themselves…
Look…if you’re depressed, that’s one thing…but as I’ve said before, sorrow is not something that should be ignored…as much as you don’t want to believe it, you need sadness. You wouldn’t be human without it. Yet sadness is a double-edged sword…it can be dangerous if you don’t have control over it. You can use it to connect with someone’s soul, to use sensitivity, or to write an epic soul stirring literary masterpiece…
Yet if you’re not careful, your sorrow can consume you, like the shadows that engulf the nighttime air. It’s undeniable that using your sorrow has its drawbacks…you’re more sensitive, you’re more likely to feel the pain of others, and share their pain…and yes, it can make you sad…typical.
But your sorrow should be kept with you at all times, always present, never fading…even if you’ve faced the difficulties, even if you’ve been in trouble, even if your life is horrible…take the sorrow stemming from it, and use it to your advantage…control your sorrow, never let it control you.
I control my sorrow…and now I can make people cry with my poetry and paragraphs of deep emotional literature…and that’s what I can do. My sorrow gifts me with empathy and heightened writing abilities. My sadness gifts me with sensitivity and compassion.
Am I a sad person? I dunno…yes, I’m a little more doleful and gloomy than the rest, yet I’m fine with it. I don’t mind embracing my sorrow, and even though people figure I’m weird for it, I’ll never let it go. So yes, I’m a little less cheery than my peers, but I would never have it any other way.
My despair is my heartbeat, my dole my breath, and my sorrow the blood that flows through my veins. The shadows that surround my soul embrace it, yet fail to engulf it, cradling it, enchanting it with the abilities that I cherish so much. And nothing will ever convince me to let it go.
Stay in love with your sorrow. And never let it go. Because as Amy Lee says, your sorrow is a part of your being, so never let it go. Because there can be no happiness without sadness. There can be no joy without pain. There can be no rejoicing without suffering. Just as songs need notes, or poetry needs words, happiness needs sadness…and all three of those aren’t complete without the other.
Use your sorrow…and never let it control you.
Sayoonara…
-Dekkun-
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