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?

(i am tired of being
the part of your song that
cannot be finished)

      -- my hands get cold
      quickly, so take them please,
      tell me you'll love me
      for one more night and
      i'll ******* like i
      believe it,
      i'll do you a favor and
      pretend it never happened
      come morning if you
      pretend that you need me
      for now--

will you not write me
down because you're scared,
or because you don't
know how?

i wanted you to love me on purpose.