Comfort in sadness because who's to say I ever deserved a single smile?
Subconsciously I know I am not undeserving but...
I seek out the guilt, the sadness it makes me feel good.
I confort in rotting, like nothing else.

I'm not sure I mean to look for the bad in the world.
I'm too lost in my bitter memories that I feel I need more.
Although I was missing in my own brain I was too afraid to ask for a map.
So instead I took on everyone else's grief aswell.