8 parts Complete MatureSelf love, Self finding, Mystery, Fantasy, Short Story
I've tried, to be happy, to forget, but it's hard
when there's nothing to be happy about
and it's hard when it's impossible to forget.
The pain stays, and I let it.
Days become impossible.
It's never ending.
All I want is for it to stop.
So I can be alone, again.
It's a mystery how I can still laugh,
How I can put on this act
It's been a while
And I forget how long I've been faking
How can I become real again?
How can I find me?
In a dream, it's what I need, it's what I've wanted,
so how do I make it, reality?
How do I get out of this trap, that keeps me,
From being happy.
