Soon.

One question has an impossible answer.

Day after day.
I'm living in a dream,
Nothing seems like reality.
Everything is too good,
Too happy and fine.

So every night,

One question burns my mind.
Where is the sorrow?

The pain,

The horror.

Only if people realized,

How sometimes being happy.

Is just as painful,

Just as horrifying.

As crying yourself to sleep,

Taking pills with the hope of death.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[scarlynn]

This is a very nice write, I found it to be true and relatable. The cynical and doubtful suspense of the happy period- just waiting for something to come and ruin it inevitably. Nice reading this.