I tried to ride the high
I tried to carry on
To continue this good feeling

I tried to be happy
To laugh and live
But I cannot try any longer

I do not think
That I am made to be happy
Maybe I am made for misery

Every time I get close to joy
It is ripped away from me
By my own mind, or the horrible circumstances surrounding me

I find myself becoming
An empty shell
Crumbling beneath the weight of living

Somehow, I keep growing
Letting myself get filled with hope
Only to be found

Broken
And
Empty