happiness is temporary.

i havent written a poem in a long time. its because i was okay, i thought i was fine. every good thing that happens ends up becoming something bad, why cant i have a happy life without me always being sad? its almost that time, that month in may. i would've slept forever, I'll never forget that day. all i do is cry and cry hoping that some day i die no one genuinely loves me, everything they tell me its all a lie. its been so long and im still the same I've tried to be happy, I've tried to change. I'll just continue to hold on, hold onto that hope. hoping one day I'll be happy, hoping I'll finally leave this deep hole.