Misery sells,

It loves company.

in the back of your mind where it dwells,.

"don't you get it"

sadness is relatable,

it justifies pain.

and makes this world palatable.

"here are my bones and scars, but this isn't me"

Recovery is quiet,

but should be celebrated.

bearing your beatings and losses brings riots.

"i wish you got it"

Here i stand,

demons in my chest.

with someone who will understand.

"now you get it"

...

i love you Baby