I hope you're happy.
I hope that you're always fighting to be happy.
I hope that every time you fall,
you recover, and you quickly discover that it's
never over.

I hope you smile then you frown.
that when you're climbing, you forget not to look down
I hope you have plenty of food to eat
And people to greet.
but I hope it cuts you deep,
when you lay down at night, alone, to sleep.
I hope to know one day,
that you walk through rooms of people
and you don't know what to say.

I hope that I am the wrinkles in the bedsheets and
the gentle morning rain.
I hope you remember their pain.
for we will not be forgotten with a shrug,
even when you say it's not but dust,
swept under the rug.

I hope you lead a busy life.
one of hope and constant strife.
I don't want you to bleed,
I just want you to know need.
I hope you work hard to gather what you've got
but that what you're searching for stays
forever in your blind spot.

I want to know that you have wept.
that for weeks you haven't slept.
I want you to see other people full of glee
yet you can't understand why they don't lend a hand.
I know you love, and that you lie.
but I hope that you learn what it is to see a loved one die.

It bubbles up in my chest like a contaminated effervescent drink.
I can’t rest, I can’t think, existence is inconsistent
I am shaken and going to pop
when in this state of mind
The capitol is anxiety, it’s a city I can’t escape from for to long at a time
Even if I travel away for the day
There is no permanent solution to the strength of this pollution inside of me.