roses are red
violets are purple
when he cuts me
his venom is verbal
fueled by his toxins within
he guided me down the path he's been

What does being happy really mean?
No one can explain it because it's just something we say.
People who look for happiness are often the most afraid of death.
but on that note, what does this life have you thinking about death?
Do you avoid thinking about it or have you come to peace with it? I don't think life should be about happiness.
I think it should be about really understanding who you are.
And not just understand who (your name) is to you
but what is underneath, who you were before society put a name on it, and maybe once you think you have found yourself and your place in this universe, what does the time you spend on this insignificant planet mean to you?
Because happiness is a constant destination
but the journey is the part where you really have to look around and be like... Have I ever questioned the nature of things around me?

Im numb when I talk to people
Not a soul, with whom I connect
Constantly avoiding people I have met
Please, don't get me started on new conversations
Small talk is just diluted death sensations
Out loud, when I speak, I have no malicious intentions
but when brought to the surface I face negative altercations
Losing touch with my place in society
Reality is swallowed by my thoughts, which are rioting
Chaos is threading itself around my roots
My sense of normal I will soon lose
Too long, I have spent alone
Reclusive, I am prone
I always find myself back at not wanting to be alone