Misery Loves Company

The hole of unhappiness,
invites me in happily
and I am conforted by
what I am used to.
It smiles at me,
as I blanket myself
with all the self loathing
that permeates inside of me.
Anger becomes my friend
once again,
and a frown becomes
permenantly tattoed on my face.
I live in my own personal hell
of misery,
knowing,
that I'll always be destined for heartache.
My heart starts to cry tears of blood,
saddened,
but what I almost had.
the happiness that yet again,
slipped through my fingers.

by Laura Avelar

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Great and inspiring poem for troubled souls. What are we to understand by 'learn to recognize the measured dance that orders all our years'?