Empathy

I discovered many loved me when I was happy and couldn't tolerate my sadness.

The best part of me is my sadness.
So, beautiful I am in my despair.
So pure and glorious is my madness,
but noone ever cares.
They shy away,
while I'm falling.
Wishing to pretend they
were never there.
So still and silent,
I sat in my cacophony.
Wiping away,
angelic tears.
Alone.