Sometimes I like to be sad
I listen to depressing music
Read depressing poetry
Because, even though it was likely hours ago,
I can't remember when I was happy last
It feels like years since I felt joy
Or anything at all
And it is so much easier to bring back
The saddest feelings of pain
Than to find a way to be happy again
Happiness fades like a withering rose
Here for a fleeting moment and then gone
But sadness lingers like a plastic rose
It never truly goes away
Just sits in a landfill
Full of bittersweet decay