I just wanna be ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶i̶e̶r̶ happy. If I become too happy, the happiness gets taken away. If I love someone, they leave. If someone trusts me, our bond eventually breaks. In the end I am only left with myself, a bundle of worries, and endless thoughts ranging from highs to hell, from sweet dreams to fucking nightmares. I still go to bed with a ache in my heart. With a dream in my eyes which breaks, and, comes running down everyday. The fear.... too still has it's hand tightly clutching my throat .......making it hard to breathe,to talk...... What am I even afraid of.... ? That they could hate me more than they already do? Maybe,
