You never made me happy. Though you heard me say it, you never made me happy; not once... not ever. Instead what you heard was falsities... A lie, a mask, a good ******* play at ‘happy families’. You never made me happy. I lived in a bubble of illness and not the kind I could see a doctor for. I painted masks across my face for you, sung a sweet lullaby of ‘I’m peaceful in this second’. But in that second you were suffocating me, boxing me, moulding me, caging, controlling, Ensuring I wouldn’t leave. An exuberant ‘I’m happy’ should’ve translated more appropriately to ‘I want to die and be reborn’. You made me sick and I wanted to die.