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H A P P Y

​H A P P

why is it that when i smile,
i feel so
empty
inside, but smiling is supposed to make me seem
H A P P
why do i etch these lines on my body
these lines
scars really
thats are the distraction of the
monsters that
crave
demolish
and eat the idea of being
H A P P
why do my favorite books and movies cease
to keep me
H A P P
why does the thought of getting up in
the morning
make me feel demise
and fear
when the
start
of a new day means a new start
shouldn’t i be
H A P P
why is it
when i feel so
empty
inside
the sadness that consumes the remains
of my soul
cannot make my eyes produce rain
to water the plants that bind my heart
i am sad for no reason
so for no reason why can’t i be
H A P P
Y?

-the art of being empty

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I write, I rant and I ramble, but it's not the best.

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