my mind used to be full of sunshine
bright thoughts filled my head
but i began to give them away
to make others happy
i'd give and give my light to the people i loved
the sunshine slowly ran out
and those i'd give to would use their words as a net to capture more
to take my happiness away
their words cut like knives
until i realized i had none left
i'd used it all up
my mind is dark now
and the knives are in my hands
the blood drips, drips, drips
i see those who have lots of sunshine
seemingly endless light
it makes me angry
why do they get the happiness?
why do they get the sunshine?
it was only me who seemed to have my light stolen from me
it was gone too early
i was always the target
every arrow hit its mark
and took a piece of my sunshine
you destroyed me
are you happy now?
