Sadness comes in spades

Shovels shit into your emotions. 

Shovels are hard Labour digging up the past. 

So very sad that nothing ever lasts. 
Digging in the rubble there won't be another you. 

Spade I guess I have to call a spade a spade. 

Your addiction is what keeps you nice.

Expensive habit that drug of choice. 

I can't afford to make you at ease. 

Shove me  away, to kill yourself slowly. 

I really hope you shovel that anger into useful thoughts. 

Sadness has lead you here. 

And no amount of love can save you dear. 

Problems are more than a spade  can dig. 

Sadness in spades hit you around the head. 

Buried the best man within you. 

A reassuring pat won't lesson your load. 

Oh sad hole that you can't dig your way out of. 
Spade I have one to give you, but you complain your to old and tired to use it. 
I sadly admit that I know I will have to move the dirt. 

And use my own sadness to get over it.