When you can feel your entire world collapsing your purpose fading, your body boil as your blood pours itself out into the open, your wounds exposed, your dark soul, you become a shadow of what you were, happy is a word used uncommonly to describe you, you are at peace in your own dark little world, with blood and tears, cuts and wounds, blades and thorns, you hide yourself from the world, destruction consumes you, it has become you, a part of who you are, the taste of blood, the sight of torn flesh, the touch of a tear with darkness shining through your soul a sweet meaning of hurt and broken.
