Happiness

Happiness. A sweet word to pronounce, but hard to mean. Happiness Oh how I have longed for you. Sometimes it feel as though I am. As if I have put my past away. But sometimes otherwise. Maybe writing helps to soothes my feelings I don't want these tears to drop. I spent a long time picking myself a piece I won't break down now. it gets hard I will be happy. At morrow I awake and shall feel blessed and happy. If I feel a disappoint to everyone At least not myself For all I have is me.