Happiness Is Dead
Sympathy is what I lack, compassion has left me in the dark, while slowly happiness fades away like faded ink on wet paper
Damp with selfloathing, happiness seeps out like raging waters of emptyness
As the body sleeps, the mind travels along the deepest and dark roads to the co-exhistence of unhappyness,
Like a dying soul, tears of sorrow seeps through thy closed eyes of reality
Though the happiness has ceast to exhist, it is replace with more wishes,
Yet still none is granted for me, simply cause happiness died at 2.6.90.... [ The Birth of Me ]
poem by Jonathan Wilder
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