If I'm being honest with myself
I don't know the "true meaning of happiness"
At least not as I use to
I miss the feeling of happiness
Like the warm summer sun beaming down on my cold pale skin
As I look up my ocean eyes in contact with the burning ball of fire in the sky
I can feel the happiness growing inside
Growing up I learned
Happiness is not something that is giving but rather than earned
It's not a trophy or an award but a burn
A burn of life
A burn just as how the sun felt on my skin
A burn to remind me
Im ok, I'm gonna be fine, I'm alive
Breathe in and out
In and out
In and out
I repeat this cycle over and over again
As I can feel the happiness that's running oh so low but I have to show
Fill my lungs
For days, weeks, months
No one notices the happiness it was gone
It's gone and so are they
The person that was the happiness
Left my body like I had no existence
