Sadness is not loud.
You cannot see it in their eyes.
Sadness is in the vision. Sadness is staring at the ceiling with your arms at the sides. Sadness is your inability to muster up the energy to turn off the light. Sadness is wishing your demons were real and then wishing that they’d come get you. Sadness is quiet sobs in the corner of the bathroom. Sadness is still smiling.
Sadness is not in your eyes; it is in your veins, in your bones, in your goddämn blood.