I’ve been through Hell and back
A time or two or three.
But yet I’m always told to buck up.
It could be worse.
It will get
Better.
Better?
How could the void in my heart get better?
How can the sadness that I feel
Every day
And the darkness enveloping my soul
Ever get
Better?
It’s a state of mind, you say
But what if my mind is in a rotten state?
My life has been twisted into a maze of hurt
Pain and change
But you don’t understand, do you?
You
On your happy little hill of success
With a perfect family and a perfect life
Look down on me and my misery
My darkness
And tell me to
Be happy.
I can’t.
I try, but I can’t.
How could I,
When the world I live in
Is a constant ravage of war
Rape
Divorce
Abductions
Death.
What do I have to look forward to
When my world is tilted on its axis
At an angle jarring to my eyes
And good people are constantly
Barraged
With hardship and struggles
Mountains to climb
And no way to traverse them.
Excuse me for not believing in the happiness to come.
Did you ever question it?
I mean, truly
Question it.
Question why the supposed happiness
That we are constantly hunting for
Seems always just out of reach.
We are all so convinced that if we do the right things,
Pray hard enough,
Believe strongly enough,
Trust wholly enough,
We will find our happiness.
Did you ever stop to think,
What if the happiness that is said to come
Doesn’t arrive until you
Are as dead and gone
As your struggles?