Happiness
Why do I do this to myself,
Self seeking to serve my endless help,
To destroy my soul to please another,
And have them lead me on to a road I can't seem to muster,
I can't make it so help me,
I cry but no one pulls me from the whole I dug I see,
Why Love left me high and dry when I was most devoted,
Why can't it please my heart why leave me to drown when I was closest,
The closest to giving it all it wanted,
The closest to loving it more than Love has flaunted,
But in dire times when you need a sign they appear,
Mine came in my darkest hour when cried too much to shed a tear,
I'm a fool to put all my hope in you,
Cling to you with all my breath so I could even breathe through,
Breathe through the heart aches,
Breathe through the pain,
Survive the emotional stakes,
to breathe another day,
But years go and days come, I will find my new path spread my happiness to not be so dumb.
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