My days are numbered by the amount of tears I now shed.
"Today was a good day; I didn't cry at all" meanwhile I feel like
screaming. This is the only way I can assure
some kind of optimism in my life.

But today is not a good day, because I cried and
it's gotten to the point where I don't know why
I randomly do but just that I do and
no one but my one true best friend
cares about how I feel.

If anyone cares, it's only temporary, because they find
happiness later on and they can tell you that it is
easy as hell and they can scold you for not trying
hard enough.

But is happiness truly happiness
if you have to try?