Depression.
Such a slow and painful thing, endless.
Loss
Mourning what once was yet at the same time wasn't, that yet you still somehow managed to lose.
Love
An indescribable force of nature. Not a choice, but a curse of which we enjoy, despite the fact that it kills us slowly on the inside.
Tears
Creating a fog that fills your eyes and drowns out your every thought, blurring your vision and making things unable to be seen because the thick wet blanket of misery can only be pulled away by what you reach for, but can never gain.
Heartbreak.
Unbearable, unable to be mended by time.
And yet, time goes on.
Slowly but unsurely, time goes on.