I miss being happy.
I wasn't happy with you.
But I was able to ignore how I really felt
Because I was just trying to be happy so you didn't scream
At my mom or me
Because we were scared
And we couldn't be who we wanted to be.
I want to be happy but I have no purpose
I want to cry but I can't feel.
I want to laugh but there's no one there.
To hear the words appear.
If a tree fell
Would there be noise?
If no one was there to hear me,
Did I speak at all?
