This life is really just
The pursuit of happiness
Every second of every minute is spent
Searching for that something
That will make everything else feel
Good
Something that will not only make life worth it
But give it purpose
Give me a reason to wake up in the morning
A reason to eat even if I'm not hungry
To walk when I don't want to move
To put down the blade when pain is on my mind
To continue hoping for my future
Because right now it is cloudy and grey
With light only shining on moments behind me
Reminding me that life was better
But now
It's just not good enough
This pursuit of happiness
Is really the only thing keeping me going
What if life is the pursuit of happiness
And death itself is its
Final reward
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Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.