Healthy Misery
I spend so much time running away
All of my energy
What little I have
Invested in escaping it
The despair
The depression
The exhaustion
I don’t want to be with it.
I want to leave it behind
An abusive ex
A neglectful parent
Never to be seen again.
But maybe all that running exhausts me more
Seeking arms to lie in
Fingers to brush away the sadness
I convince myself that the tingles of pleasure
Will melt away the sadness
But it always creeps back in
Long enough for the pleasure
To become exhausting, too.
Maybe it doesn’t hate me.
Maybe it’s scared, too.
Maybe it needs me.
Maybe tonight
I just need
To exist in healthy misery.
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