Poetry

Waking Up.

I could see myself suffering in another life.
Honestly I don't know if there is any other option for my soul.
Like maybe with all this positive energy and hope for a better future, my soul still feeds on that pain.
Almost like an addiction.
For when reality sometimes feels like a dream cause the thought of how could this be real.
How could one life mean anything?
How could mine?
Those are just thoughts though and I'm still here.
For the days I thought I wasn't gonna make it through and the nights I just wanted my heart to stop.
Life isn't no fairytale, we don't have happy endings.
We just get happy moments.
And really that's all it's about.
One moment where everything is suddenly okay.
Like where did this happiness come from?
Just maybe it is a dream though, but this time you wake up happy.