Sadness is better than the rest

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This sadness haunts me

Every time there is a glimpse of happiness

It returns and does not rest

I am not who I want to be

I am worth so much less

This sadness starts to infest

It digs into my mind

Changing love into hate

It will not allow me to be happy

I love this sadness

It knows what’s best

I want to be lonely

I want to be full of sadness

It’s better than the rest

Being sad is who I’m meant to be

All I can do is confess

I believe that part of me is the worthiest

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