To live
Is to eventually die

This is temporary
Everything is temporary

They say, "this will be over soon, it doesn't matter" for things sometimes
If that's true
It also applies to life

You will die
And the world will keep on going

Everyone you know
Will die
And the world will keep going

Someone is dying right now
And we keep living

Is it normal
That I feel guilty?

Hating                                      happiness is              disgusting.
                         Seeing                           these  
yellow flowers                      bloom  
vibrantly                                     Sick  
breathing in           undeserved air as  
laughs                   slap our lungs dry.    
I know      
Every time I smile    
I do    
the world  
injustice.
I wish                                                                            to
cauterize my lips
shut
black with soot.
I do not deserve this.
Happiness