.How to calm.

What makes you happy.

You might be happy when the sun in the sky looks down on you like the beams of a stage light when you walk to a nearby park to calm yourself.

You are happy when you socialize with other humans and animals, with the way they they sound and the way they listen is what makes you happy.

What makes me happy.

It makes me happy when I've won the war of taking people I love out of the worst of hell and dragging on with them through hell just to let them see the sun in a way a prisoner of Satan would do if they haven't seen the sun of earth and only the burning fires of hell which were put there just to bring the smallest bit of light in
This
Dark
Dark
World.

I see you in the park. I don't socialize as I only go to zed park to stay strong and practice smiling a fake smile, as to I haven't smiled in days, when I look at the buzz of a notification I see a picture of her arm.

Her pale skin which is covered in scars, her small, frail arms with blood tracing down it like rain from a thunderstorm.

I sit in the park.

I stay in the park.

But I don't cry as to I was taught that crying means your weak but it's not true. Crying makes you stronger.

Those tears flowed out of my eyes as do a river into the ocean. Before I knew it my sleeves were soaked with the tears. But I wasn't crying.

She was.

I had no tears left to cry with.