Why Can't I Be Happy? Poem by Unrealized Poet

Why can't I be sad?
Everyone around me seems to be.
I want to be seen, heard, and part of something too.
To get a hug, a kiss on the cheek, or a pat on the back.

​I wake up empty; no sleep, no food, no touch.
My bones they ache, my brain is fucked.
My writings are no longer words, but small drawings of sad faces.
Even sad movies make me laugh.

​I scratch my eyes to force a tear.
I pinch my leg to fake a frown.
I do it all to see their faces twist for me.
If only I wake up sad, I'll finally be happy.