I wanted to write a poem about happiness.
About how amazing it is.
That it makes life just a little bit easier to live.
I can't write those words because I can't remember the last time I was happy.
I forgot what it felt like. I forgot how to feel happy.
I had lost myself trying to make others happy.
But you know what they say...
There's still hope because hope is the bird that perches in the soul and never stops at all.
So I'll have hope, hope that I will one day find happiness in this dark and empty wasteland.
All I wanted to was a little hope.
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