Sorrow

Sorrow is all I have been able to feel,

now I'm scared to let these wounds heal.

Loneliness is the only thing I've known,

dealing with the sadness on my own.

I'm frightened of feeling something more,

frightened of stitching the skin that's been torn.

Happiness is something new to me,

I wish it would just let me be.

I don't want to feel anything else,

only in sorrow, I know myself.

What is this emotion I know of?

sorrow is the only thing I'll ever love.

Bliss is a strange feeling I've never felt,

I hope this familiar sadness never melts.

Uneasiness overtakes me as I'm attracted to this feeling,

my faithfulness to sorrow, this happiness is stealing.

This emotion feels so good,

having this feeling I never knew I could.

Should I give in to what feels right?

stay in the darkness or walk into the light?

But my loyalty is never frail,

I'd rather die in sadness than commit betrayal.

I can't bring my relationship with sorrow to an end,

how can I when sorrow has been my only friend?