I like being sad
Just some deep melancholy.
Those random reds
When you're sad for no reason
And lana del rey songs
Seem like odes to you
I harbour and nourish and cajole
This sadness.
My happiness seems lost without it
Like tiny ****** putting holes
In my body and instead of bleeding out
The air seeps in
Sadness is underestimated, really.
I finally see what he meant when
he was asked "why do you keep hitting yourself"
And all he said was
"Because it feels so **** good when I stop."