Words n' shit

Distant and Impossible.

I long for the nights where it didn't hurt so much as I read and wrote.
Where I smiled at the thought of tomorrow.
Those days feel so far away now.

I miss the days where I didn't seek validity from everything.
The days where I felt invincible,
when I felt the happiest.

Now everything hurts.
Seeing the sun shine doesn't bring as much joy to me any more.
Every morning feels like hell as I drag my body that has begun to feel empty and lifeless, from bed.

Few things make me feel as happy as I remember being.
A few people, an article of clothing with happy memories attached.
Certain smells remind me of happier days and helps me forget the pain momentarily.

These things that make me happy are brief.
The happiness they make me feel doesn't last as long as I'd like.
Sometimes the people you want aren't around when you need.
Sometimes smells and objects aren't enough.

Try I might to be happy, but as each day passes, the happiness I long for seems even more distant and impossible than ever.