Happy

Sometimes its hard to cry,

Sometimes its hard to breath,

Sometimes its even hard to see the good in being me.

For my heart to never smile,

For my outside to never match what is within,

For me to never be able to control the way I feel.

How to begin

Yet I know it's not just me,

Who suffers with how one feels, 

Yet I don't want to be someone 

that not only suffers,

But told that you can never feel the way you want to feel.

(HAPPY)

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