Trying to define happiness would be a waste of time
As no one can quite put a pin on the definition
Instead, what better way than to simply BE
BE happy, BE confident, BE independent
But, it\'s hard.
For some like me
expression is hard
So I write it instead.
I\'m fifteen years old
And severely depressed
I have to live every day
Like I\'m second best
I try so very hard
To get on with my life
But it\'s hard to keep on running
When my hand holds a knife
Sadness, depression
They swallow me whole
In my vision there\'s no colour
And world looks so dull
I can\'t believe I fooled myself
That I was happy for so long
And despite my looming stature
On the inside I\'m not strong
Encouraged by my fantasy
I have no real home
Can I ever stop searching?
Or forever will I roam?
I cannot even wish
To go back to happy times
I learned that all my past is lies
It seems the bells have lost their chimes
All the lovely families
Have me seething in hot rage
Maybe I can finally
Rewrite the final page
I now believe I understand
How I can change my fate
I\'ll use illusions as my guide
To enrich my mental state