I know what a soul full of sadness is
It’s right eye twitching unstoppably
Wounds on gingiva
Eczama on neck
Imaginary steel ribs clenching in
Gastrospams in every ten minutes
It’s your body ringing giant size bells
Telling you this isn’t one of those battles it’s naturally prepared to fight:You’re destroying yourself
And you answering:
I’m sorry, something is terribly wrong
I know what a soul full of sadness is
It’s medicines not working and the doctor telling:
You have to cure your soul for these to work
And you answering:I’m sorry, I don’t know how to