I have it all
Yet I don’t want it.
I don’t want more, better…
I want different…
Excitement
Drama
Passion.
I pick apart the good
Looking only at the negative.
I could make the happiest love melody
Sound like a funeral song in my head.
Why must I do that?
Seek out the imperfection in everything,
Magnifying it
Criticizing it
Driving it away.
I must be more comfortable unhappy
More content believing I’m alone.
Happiness bores me
So I dissect it
To maintain my denial
And believe I’m miserable at heart.
How sad is it
To destroy your own dreams?
How sick is it
To hate your own love?
Age 20
Yet I don’t want it.
I don’t want more, better…
I want different…
Excitement
Drama
Passion.
I pick apart the good
Looking only at the negative.
I could make the happiest love melody
Sound like a funeral song in my head.
Why must I do that?
Seek out the imperfection in everything,
Magnifying it
Criticizing it
Driving it away.
I must be more comfortable unhappy
More content believing I’m alone.
Happiness bores me
So I dissect it
To maintain my denial
And believe I’m miserable at heart.
How sad is it
To destroy your own dreams?
How sick is it
To hate your own love?
Age 20