And with the tears jammed up they almost explode their heads. The Sadness sank down a little bit more into herself. But i only want to help people. When i am close to them they can find themselfs. I help them to build a nest to nurse their wounds.
Sad persons have a very thin skin.
Some woe gets broken up again like a wound that would not heal, and that hurts a lot. But only someone who allows Sadness and cries all the cried tears can really heal his wounds. But people do not want me to help them. Instead they put on a garish laughter over their scars. Or they arm them self with a thick armour made of bitterness.