It was cherished,
As it was appreciated,
But it came all too fast,
To be gone too soon.
She was nothing but optimistic,
Too happy,
Too cheerful,
Too happy go lucky.
Until it all came tumbling down,
To have nothing,
And everything gone,
In the blink of an eye.
She was all but optimistic,
Too sad,
Too dull,
Too scared.
For having too much,
Feeling too much,
For knowing that,
All happiness comes with a price.
And it all became a cycle,
To knowing too much,
Then being thrown over the edge,
The cycle that has ever been known to her.
That cycles like this do exist.