thoughts and feelings

once was a happy kid

Believe it or not I used to be the happiest kid anyone knew
I'd always cheer people up and help them when they needed someone the most
I was the shoulder to cry on

I'm not really that happy child anymore
Only a few things bring me happiness
Like certain people (I'm not naming them but there's 6) sometimes my family makes me happy it depends, my grandad has never failed to not make me happy he's just a ray of love if you say.

I think the reason for me not really being that happy child anymore is because things tend to faid or break after a while
Ive broke so many times I've forgotten the past
I've experienced the world
I've seen people leave
Nothing can stay the same forever