Why is it that I enjoy words of
pain, sorrow, and fear?
Why do I surround myself
with the things I am trying to escape?
I tell myself not to continue,
that if I surround myself
with beauty and hope
these things will come to me.
And yet I continue.
Maybe if I see the most horrific
then the bad won't seem
all that bad in comparison.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
Why is it that I enjoy words of
pain, sorrow, and fear?
Why do I surround myself
with the things I am trying to escape?
I tell myself not to continue,
that if I surround myself
with beauty and hope
these things will come to me.
And yet I continue.
Maybe if I see the most horrific
then the bad won't seem
all that bad in comparison.