Give me a reason why?

How can a happy lady welcome death in her lifestyle? the drugs make the 🌏 a lot more comfortable. I'm tired of just sitting in the darkness with gray. I'm really for something beautiful, prepared, for a brighter day, l 👀 my reflection, l 👀 my soul, l 👀 my ❤️ beating, l 👀 myself grow old. Trapped in my our prison confidence to skin and chains, this place grows loneliness and hate. l close my 👀s and place myself, l can 👀 something wonderful and beautiful. l can feel the 🌞light on my face. This is where l want to be happy and so set free, l can close my 👀s and spread my 🪽s prepared for another day. My 🌏 it's in pieces, my voice, my pride. the bitter December chill, dismissed all hope and reason. spoon the 🍖 into the open 👄 wash it down with a bitter 💊. Open 🫴s and open 👄s l avoid it at all costs, avoid the frail.. avoid the hell.. Avoid the stare! l can't help but avoid the pieces, the pieces that made me whole.