You're not happy and I know you haven't been in a long time.
I understand that waking up and plastering that smile on your face is getting tiring,
that laughing with your friends is starting to feel like a chore rather than enjoyment.
That getting out of your bed in the morning is more difficult than it should be,
that you don't have a favorite anything anymore, because everything's the same.
But sweetheart,
maybe if you continue to fake that smile, eventually it will become real again.
Maybe if you surround yourself with people who are trying to make you feel happy,
they might flick the light that has been switched off inside of you, back on.
Maybe if you force yourself to get up and go outside,
you might feel the sunshine on your skin.
Maybe if you keep searching for random things,
you will stumble across your favorite something again.
But what ever you do honey,
please don't work so hard to find your happiness and then hand it over to one person to carry for you.
Your happiness is far to heavy and precious for one person to carry,
they will drop it- they will drop it every time.
Instead sprinkle it around like fairy dust,
touch everyone and everything, a
nd eventually it will touch you.
As you make the world around you a better place and inspire others to do the same,
you will heal yourself without even trying.
So darling I beg of you, stop trying so **** hard to fix yourself, because you can't repair a broken soul with the same hammer that shattered it.
Use the tools you are surrounded with to help patch up the holes.
But, no matter what, if you don't fix your situation, you will end up shattered again,
and there's only so much tape and glue can do.
Sorry this poem doesn't make very much sense.
