How

How can you explain the pain of walking to a paralyzed man

How can you explain the burden of seeing to a blind man

The ringing in your eyes to a deaf man 

Your stuttering to a mute 

You’re worst days maybe the best days to someone else 

You’re broke but not broken 

You’re depressed but still optimistic 

You’re happy yet sad 

You’re full yet starving 

You choose to live in isolation but are scared to be alone

You’re spirit animal is a raven that believes it is a hawk

You don’t see a point in living but are too scared to die 

Darkness is unveiling but I am watching it pass me by 

Chaos is increasing all around me 

But if you ask me how are you doing I’m probably going to lie 

Say I’m jolly alright, little do you know my soul has died

My mind has failed me, my soul has disavowed me 

My happiness is more of melancholy 

I don’t say this for your sympathy

I don’t want your pity 

My good days I feel okay not great not even good just okay 

My bad days are like my body is Arabian desert and my soul the Dead Sea, it seems full of water,

Water that can’t quench me 

Sometimes I feel like god has forgotten about me 

Other days I feel like he is fucking with me 

I’m grateful for all I have and that makes me feel worse 

Why can’t I be happy

People suffer everywhere maybes that’s the key 

No one is actually happy as the seem to be 

I’m going to name my dog happy 

So that we I call it name from bottom of my core 

Where sound resonates through me into this world 

It obeys and comes to me 

I’m going to be friends with the  devil, at least I know he wants fuck with me 

I’m going to love people who I shouldn’t because it won’t hurt as much when they leave me 

I’m jealous of Edgar Allen Poe at least he has Annabel Lee

Who do I have other than my soulless me