Ask me if I am happy
I will answer
I never expected to be
For someone that looks so happy
There is no faith in humanity
No one is worthy of it
My favorite song in a murderous musical
It is basically how I feel about life most days
“We all deserve to die, even you Miss. Lovett, even I”
That song begins to play constantly in my head
I know that I’m going mad
It’s all I can think about
I start to question if bad things are really bad
If I am the only one that is drowning on malfeasance
Then comparison begins
I have not suffered
I have not tried hard enough
Why do I have the right to feel this way?
I probably don’t
Yet, here I am
Weak and unworthy
Still breathing . . .