Sadness doesn't die.

I used to dream about dying.
To lay in soft, warm suspension forever,
To return what I’ve taken from the Earth,
And to make my thoughts into flowers that bloom.

But now I wonder,
What is it to live?
To love, to kiss, to be happy?
For I have never known such sweetness
Only sadness

I'm unwanted,
Living in rain clouds
Forever alone wandering
Sad people don’t live
And sadness doesn’t die