we all love to be
a little depressed at times

it makes all the **** that life throws
at us, a tad more bearable,
and those rare perfect moments,
a whole lot nicer,

we cry and moan and surrender
all faith and hope and love
in every one
and everything,
just so the ***** and drugs and anger is justified,

a perfect life with only ups
and no downs,
where everything goes as planned
and happiness is served to us on silver platter of deceit,
sounds awfully boring,

i want my beer
my ****
my tears
my regrets,
my poems,
my heartache,
they make me happy when nothing should,

i wouldn't have it any other way