Sorrow Is a Joy

Sorrow is a joy that I need to confess.
I have a tight rope constricting my chest.
So why do my tears often leave me relieved?
In a way no one else can seem to believe.

Why do bright lights darken and fade?
Even sunrises seem ugly and grey.
Crystals balls reveal nothing to me.
They just shatter and fall piece by piece.
And somehow I love all of this pain.
It swallows me deeply into oceans of rain.
And in darkest nights, when i retire to sleep,
My dreams feel the same, so bitter-sweet.

Sorrow is a joy that I always feel.
I'm neither disturbed nor does it appeal.
It's something that I have never questioned.
Something maybe I shouldn't have mention.