The Worst Kind of Sadness

The worse kind of sadness is the one that never goes away.
The one that wont go away, no matter how many times you try to 'get over it'.
It comes back, in your dreams and in pictures.
Constantly mocking you, knowing that you want what you had.
But, always remaining an illusion, just a photograph and just a memory.
I would burn the photos, I would keep my mind busy with so many things.
That I would never have to worry about my dreams playing out my deepest desires.
The family that doesn't exist.
The life that can't be.
"Those things aren't what I want", I tell myself.
Knowing that I can't undo that past, only hope, that someday my future will be better.