My Best Friend, Sadness.

It’s almost like a person; sadness.
You find it.
You become familiar with it.
Next thing you know, it's part of your life.
In a way you become intimate with it.
You spoil sadness with your deepest desires. Your darkest secrets.
Sadness cradled everything you ever hoped and everything you ever loved.
In it’s hands lie the sub-conscience food you constancy feed it.
Everything you ever wanted or dreamed can be lost.
It can be taken, hurt, turned and twisted until it’s unrecognizable.
Then what’s left? Who's left? 

Sadness.