There's always something. Never something good. But always something. I hear people say "that's just life" a lot, but they never mean it in a good way. Life is never just good. Things are never just easy.
Or maybe, we just never look at the good or the easy. They don't stand out. People: especially people like me: we look for the bad even in good situations. It stands out. It calls for us. Maybe it's because of the depression. Or the trauma. Or the addiction.
I'm searching for one more reason to relapse. I've got plenty by now.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
