I do not know how to be happy.
It is not something you can be taught
When you loose the luxury slowly overtime, no one can reverse this damage.
One day you just wake up and you no longer trust anything good in the world.
The man who makes you smile can't be genuine
The friend you love with your whole heart could never return those feelings
The clear sky will get cloudy, the rain will always fall right when you step outside.
I was robbed of my opportunities to experience goodness.
I was robbed of my ability to appreciate a circumstance without anticipating the other shoe to drop.
My life will forever be off kilter solely because for the rest of my days I will be looking over my shoulder.
I learned too young that the world is painful.
That you can always rely on something worse to come.
I know the world will hurt me, so I make myself bleed before it ever gets the chance.
If I have to live with the harm done then I will always deliver the worst blows.
So at the end of everyday I am still my biggest fear.
Living was never the issue,
I just became too afraid of ever being all right.
YOU ARE READING
No one is there
Poetrypoetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .
