Misery is my Friend

It can be yours too.

Misery is my friend

it sends me the feeling of being alive

id die to feel like this more

it hurts so much more than anything

It burns my senses but i need it it feels real

everything else is shallow compared to it

love hate anger boredom and god knows where happiness is but none of them measure up

its better than anything else it doesnt feel like a blanket thrown over my brain it takes over

is this how emotion supposed to feel i hope happiness is the exact opposite of this except in the way misery changes me

nothing is small everything stands tall

A fall would be suicide in this state

nothing tastes good when you want to cry but cant

my tears barely fall choosing to hide in my mind

i find them amassing a treasure trove of depression in my brain

now im stained with the tears that wont fal

l im in pain but its good

i feel alive I could die a thousand times and itd feel fake

i feel good when im baked not happy

is it possible good is happy

that its not this big sappy thing everyone wants but a blanket with little hooks to stretch your mouth

Books always end with people being happy but theyve never described happiness

The closest i got to happiness i described as nice needles

who else feels this isnt right

no such as outta sight outta mind

now its outta sight in my mind never leaving

you better believe im f*****g depressed

its one of two emotions i know well and so glad anger is gone

it felt nothing like this

Id say its bliss to be surrounded by emotion but misery isnt really my friend

it sends me on terrible adventures in my mind that make me want to commit suicide