What does the term happiness mean?
Is it happiness when you can laugh at a joke?
Is it happiness when you can let go a little?
Is it happiness when you feel a sense of relief when you see someone or something you know?
I think happiness is confused with comfortability.
You can smile and laugh on the outside, but on the inside you can be breaking.
On the inside you can be a terrible, broken, emotional wreck. And it can be masked so easily.
No one can tell the difference. They can't. Simply because they don't care.
So what is happiness?
Does it even exist?
Even if it does, why can't I have it?
Is it something that has to be earned? I can earn it, maybe. Just tell me what to do.
What is it like?
What is happiness?
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Dark Poems
PoetryMy poems about depression, self harm, suicide, anxiety, and anorexia. Things I think about. Maybe a glimpse of what runs through my over active mind. Anxiety is probably the reason I have these thoughts. I write them down just to write them down. Ma...
