I don't believe I've ever felt true happiness,
Only small moments of joy in a sea of sadness.
I don't know what I'd do if I ever became truly happy.
Maybe I'd not cry myself to sleep anymore,
Or stop imagining my own death,
But who knows.
Definitely not me.
I don't believe I've ever been not sad,
Not even when I met someone I've idolized for years.
Even in that moment of what should've been total joy,
I felt sadness.
Sad that I would leave soon,
Sad that my idol probably wouldn't remember me.
I was sad about anything that I could be sad about
And things that I should've been happy about.
I don't believe I've ever understood how people can say
To "just be happy"
Trust me,
I fucking would if I fucking could.
But at this point,
I don't believe I know how to be happy.
-j.z.
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Waiting on the Good. Living in the Bad.
PoesíaAll poems in this were written by me. If you use one to quote or make an edit, please give me credit. They're not all good honestly, some of them are pretty bad, but I'll post them anyways. Thanks to anyone who takes the time to read these and gives...
