Miserable.

Miserable people who don’t do anything to help themselves
deserve nothing more than to be miserable.

Misery Madness

Misery isn’t attractive,
but she’s my best friend.
She’s loyal
& honest.
Dependable,
& never lonely.
Just when I thought
she’d forgotten
about me,
she laced her slender fingers
with mine.
I rested my weary head on her shoulder.
I rested my heavy heart in her lap.
I rested my five messengers across their withered message.
She sang as I cried.
Each salted truth, a crescendo in her melody.
& just when I thought the song was over,
Just when I felt movement beneath my palm,
she sang on.