Poetry For The Hurt And Loved

Good bye sweet happiness

Maybe...
It was all a dream
The feeling in my stomach every morning hoping it will be better
Maybe it wasn't real
Maybe my happiness was just temporary
Or maybe it will come back and in case me in it's loving arms again
Maybe my smiles are real and I just don't know how to cope with them being gone
Did I just imagine all of my friends
The people I thought I could count on
Maybe they were never really there
Maybe my euporhia was just an imaginary figure I created in my mind
To make me less
Dark
And
Blue
Maybe my happiness is real
Or maybe
It's just a moment of psycosis
An imaginary sense of worth
A delusion of love...The feeling of being loved
I've lost sense of all of reality
And i created an imaginary world where everything seems okay
Until I take my medicine again
And I fall down from my high
And see everything was just
A slight moment of psycosis