Am I truly here?
Can it be?
Once again,
I have a chance to be happy.
I see the flowers, the meadows, the sky,
everything is beautiful, I can even fly!
The unicorns run and play,
making this the happiest day.
I make friends left and right,
hopefully they'll stay all the time.
I eat cake and drink rainbow soda,
ice cram with sprinkles.
Everything seems perfect.
But, what's that in the distance?
Can it be?
Will my happiness be taken from me?
I run away, I scream, and I fight.
I will not lose this war again, not tonight.
But alas, my time has arrived.
I am sad, I cannot deny. I was never happy.
'Twas never to be.
Because true happiness died in my dream.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
