Just cuz things are bad
‘s no reason to be sad;
Sadness brings a hopelessness
As deep as any well,
And such a dark deep endlessness
Can burn as hot as hell.
When the sun in morning shines
Don’t contemplate the night;
Its bright’ning shadow on high pines
Is a much better sight.
I hope I see your happy face
When morning rises high;
Joy brings with it noble grace
As bright as azure sky.
Fuck happy. Depression may hurt, but happy will fucking kill you. (Notes from an officially bipolar + lithiated friend.)