every rosebush has its thorns

stuck in honey

3/29/18
Petals fall to the ground.

Sunshine all around me now.

I've begun to finally see the light.

Safe and sound.

the evil far from sight.

Weight off my shoulders.

The air feels even colder now, Shining with morning dew.

Crisp, fresh, and clean.

Feels like I have been reborn.
Everything shiny and new.

the bad stuff has ceased to be, trials and tribulations done.

So why does it feel like no matter what I do I can't have any fun?

There is no more war to fight, nothing left to do, so why do I feel stuck?

Stuck in sticky glue?

I should be feeling happy!

I should be jumping for joy.

But instead, I still feel lost at sea while everyone else is yelling "Ahoy!"

I wish I could be joyous, I wish I could feel better.

But instead, all I do is cut ties and burn love letters.

I want to be bright and shiny, positive and sure.

But all I am is negative bitter and lacking in sugar.

I tell myself it will all be okay, that it will all be fine.

But nothing seems to be looking up, everything dark as dark red wine.

I hope one day I'll truly manage to feel happiness
But I guess until then I'll just focus on feeling less and less