Happiness is many things,
But one thing it is not is you.

Because I don't need you to have happiness
And you don't need me to have happiness

And all of this means nothing
But saying it means everything.

The pain is gone
And no longer is present
I don't think much about it
But if it returns I deal with it

the slits on the wrist make pits void of flesh that is now ripped. **** whats happened to kids. instead of opening vanes open your heart and pour it out to someone you trust. i express this with your best interest in mind find someone who’s ears are funnels and let your soul out. cuts on the wrist won’t release you from these demons that taunt you it will only further haunt you.

Like a land just under downpour,
Calm and shining,
Soaking up the puddles on the ground,
Its colors turned vibrant,
Wondering how a thunderstorm could only just have passed,