It’s been this way for a while now, happiness doesn’t seem
To be real
I try and do things differently to see where I’m going wrong
But I can’t seem to figure it out
I wanted to move foster homes because I thought maybe
It would help, maybe it would take away the sadness and
Anxiety
I’ve learned that you can’t just run away, the pain will follow
No matter where you go
People keep telling me I’ll be okay, that I’m strong
I’m not, really
I’m so far from it; I lie awake in bed at night
Thinking, how am I going to make it through the next day?
Where am I going to be 5 years from now?
Will I make it?
I sometimes feel overwhelmed and sick because
I feel like I won’t make it through something stressful
Some people would assume I’m depressed
I’m not, really
I’m wise in the sense of wondering how my life will turn out,
What I will become
I just want to be happy, that’s all I want, it’s
all I ask
In all honesty, I’m scared
Scared that happiness, is just an illusion
7/18/2016