i hate the days when i am randomly happy for no reason
because then my bubble bursts and the sadness creeps in again
sadness is comforting
so much so that i think i forgot how to be happy
trying to be happy takes so much effort
while the sadness is effortless
i don't know how it got this way
but i'd rather be sad forever than be happy for just one day
i know that nothing lasts forever
but it should at least last for a while
because it hurts being happy for just half a day
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secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
