The Ending of Elle

Happy

I want to cry, but I don't know why.

All I know is I'm dying inside.

At least that's what I feel, when the feeling is gone.

The happy only last eight hours, not long.

I don't how what I'm doing when there's nothing to do.

I don't know where I'm going, but it's no where near here.

I don't know what I'm feeling when the feeling goes way

The happy never lasts the entire fucking day.

Who knows what goes on inside my raging mind?

No one but me.

Me, myself, and I.

I wait for the moment that you'll be here again.

So when the happy is gone, I'll feel happy once again.

Poems aren't my thing, not good at all the rhyming.

But I guess it's okay, better than feeling like you're dying.

Nothing lasts forever, this feeling I feel included.

But sometimes you just need a moment,

A moment in seclusion.