There is an indescribable sadness that covers my soul. I don't think I can ever run from it, I don't think it will ever go away.

At least I know I'm never alone, because no matter what I always have my sadness. On lonely days or happy days, it holds my hands and walks in my shadows. Or maybe it's me who moves by the shade--maybe I'm walking in the shadow of my past and the shadow of my depression.