I wish happiness
Was in a syringe.
Find a vein and inject it.
Without thinking twice.

I wish happiness was
In a pill.
One I can take ******
And wait for it to dissolve.

But it doesn’t come in these things.
I am not worthy of it.
I feel like there is no way out.
I am sinking deeper and deeper.

I’m gone: don’t expect me back.