The personification of sadness

Nobody feels him, but I do,
Nobody hears him but I do,
        Appearing suddenly,
        He takes my breath away,
        Until I can’t breathe no more,
He stops me abruptly,
His old boots frayed,
Kicking my core.
          Nobody feels him, but I do,
          Nobody sees him, but I do,
He seems to like my company,
Everyone else, his enemy.
           His heart cracks,
           When he sees them laugh,
           Their smiles bring him apart.
Nobody feels him, but I do,
Nobody cries for him, but I do,
             They never see him,
             They never feel him,
             They don’t care.
             They have nothing to hide,
              But I do.
Nobody feels him, but I do,
Nobody screams for him, but I do.
              He’s an addiction,
Not just a figment of my imagination.
I don’t want to feel him, but I do.
I don’t want to hear him, but I do.

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