I'm good
I feel so so good
But I still have my days
My horrible days where I'll break down and cry without warning
Why?
I didn't know at first
The universe, God, or whoever has to work a bit of sadness in our lives
My dark days make my good days seem brighter
Sadness builds appreciation
And I appreciate every honest smile that grows on my face
Because I remember the days where I couldn't even fake one
Like air, water, and shelter
Sadness is a basic need
How can you know what's good without experiencing the bad?