This Life of Mine

"Life's too short, be happy." That's easy to say, what if you can't make yourself happy? What happens then? "Mhmm." I mumbled, and walked away, wanting to hear no more of her pathetic lecture. I was sick and tired of people telling me to be happy...what if I didn't want to be happy? After all, you eventually get used to the pain after feeling it for so long. After a while, you get used to the feeling of being numb. Completely oblivious and out of touch from the world around you. Wow. Life really screws us all sometimes. I wanted to run away. Leaving nothing but words, that I never will have the guts to say. I want to pack my shit up and leave this town. Without a note....nothing. No forms of an explanation. I want people to wonder. I want them to think. I want to see who would look for me and who would just sit back and accept the fact that I was just another runaway, amongst millions of others around the world. But most of all, I want people to care and to notice. But no one ever does, unless it's too late. I can't runaway though. No matter how bad life gets, I refuse to give in and run. What's the point in that? Things can only get better from here I thought, and I'm sure as hell that I want to be around to see it when it does.