I don't know who I am anymore, my happiness is drained away.
All I feel is loneliness, sadness, and pain.
I cover them all up with a fake smile and grin some fake jokes
and fake happiness, everyone thinks I'm fine, but I'm not.
When I was younger everything used to be so easy,
well, most of the time.
Memories flood back to me.
I push them away, I can't hang onto the past,
not when it is mostly all bad.
I remember the boys throwing basketballs
at me and hitting me at my parents' yearly
fourth of july party. I remember running in the cornfield
crying and all alone.
I remember a boy whom was racing in the cornfield,
he didn't know what was wrong, and I didn't think
he knew anything was wrong. He asked me a question,
I hung with him for the rest of the night.
This memory business is way too much.
I remember my guinea pig Lartin who died
two months ago, I remember my guinea pig
Oreo who died ten months ago, and I remember
my rabbit Carlie who died a year and four months
ago. I miss them all, each one was my support system,
my happiness, what I felt like was my purpose
to stay alive. Now all I have is Buddy. My guinea pig Buddy.
Now I have to get rid of one of my dogs,
my life is a wreck, crumbling piece by piece,
wall by wall, castle by castle till finally purpose stops.
Till my happiness drains away, till it's bone dry,
I feel as though I am already half way there,
I feel.....
nothing.