Why, oh why,
do we feel the need to cry?
Over temporary pain.

The feel of grief is so permanent,
Pertinent, persistent and problematic.

It doesn't matter anymore.

How many times have I cried
over something that made me smile?
How many times was I made the fool,
used like a tool to satisfy someone else's needs.

I know, I know,
I need that pain.
I crave it sometimes,
unhealthy.

I hate it when it's mine,
but sadness is my true best friend.