It's sad to me,
That I have to depend on a little pill,
To be my happiness.
I have to depend on a little pill,
To take away all my pain.

I wish I could find the strength within,
To be happy on my own,
But I can't..
I'm too weak..
I'm too broken..

So instead I wake up every morning,
Take two of my happy pills,
And go on with my day.
But deep down inside,
It hurts me..

It hurts me that I can't be happy on my own,
It hurts me that I'm being punished,
For having something I never asked for.
For becoming someone I never asked to be.

All everyone wants,
Is to be happy..
But this isn't the way I wanted it to be.
At least not for me..

Dear Bliss,
Some day I feel as I I may be able to write an ecstatic poem
Of abstract hues
Of shimmering light
Avoiding the blues
Avoiding the fright

Dear faith,
Some day I feel as if I may be able to write a hopeful poem
Of curious faith
Of embracing hope
Avoiding struggling fate
Avoiding chiseled rope

Dear Me, Myself, and I
Some day I feel as if I may be able to tip toe
Across the ash
Without burning my calloused feat.
Some day