i long for disaster, yearn for crisis
beg for tragedy to strike
come, infuse my life with conflict
to escape the monotony of daily life

a fallen father, dead grandparent
victim of a car accident
some horrid thing no one should face
give me cause for my distress

happiness alone is boring
with no one here to share my bliss
dejection is much more rewarding
need no one else to be depressed

my state is caused by isolation
pulled from those that cause me joy
no interest in exhilaration
why work so hard to maintain this ploy?

but sorrow with no cause is futile
black lipstick and poetry
i need a source of pain and strife
to justify my melancholy