Writing isn't for happy people
is it?

Joy doesn't change people
the way pain does

Broken people
cut me
so I feel it
deeper

Am I an emotional masochist?
Or is that a sadist?
How can joy compare?
It's not as sharp
You can't cut meat
with spoons
You need the knifes edge
You need to bleed

Feeling something
is better
than feeling nothing

I gotta work tomorrow
it's getting too late for self pity.