there's no reason
to be unhappy
no reason
to fall down and cry
according to you
anyway
so tell me
if that
coveted emotion
of depression
is unjustifiable
then why does the blood
of innocents
paint our lives
why is every face i look at
marred with worry
regret
why do we cry
why can't i find
a single shred
of comfort in life
anywhere in my soul
i must be imagining that
since there's no reason
to be unhappy
no - evil doesn't exist
on this paradise
called earth
no rape, hatred
no bigotry, regret
no murder, broken hearts
there's nothing here
to justify
the bitter torment
i'm suffering from
everything i've
experienced
must be a lie
because everything
i've experienced
is my reason
for the unhappiness
you don't believe in
you know what?
go fuck yourself
tell me how it feels
go live my life
go live my lies
see if you survive
see if you're still smiling
see if you still think
i can't justify
my sorrow
~erika boal