Sadness

Sadness is never beautiful. 
No matter what the acoustic soundtrack is. 
Or even if the teenagers' self harm is with the thorns of roses.  
Even if when your favorite character killed himself at the end of that indie film your tears formed into small hearts on your cheek. 
Even if sometimes the light seeping under the door into your dark room looks like a celestial body. 
It doesn’t make a difference.
It still isn’t beautiful.
Sadness is just sadness.
Plain and simple.
It’s lonely.