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The only thing I’ve ever know is how to be unhappy,
Happiness is not an option it always comes back at me.
When I smile it sometimes hurts have you ever known that pain?
Not physical but emotional being followed by a cloud always filled with rain.
My nights are dark and my days are long,
I keep on replaying that same old song.
I’ve got it bad but not from a girl,
But from the unraveling of an already fucced up world.
It gets no better my problems only escalate,
The end of this confusion is all I anticipate.
Not my death but the existence of all man-kind,
So everyone that’s ever doubted can feel a pain like mine.
Sentenced to a life of eternal damnation,
Like a prisoner in jail without the possibility of probation.
Like a cartoon character trapped in a world of animation,
Like a paraplegic that can never again feel physical relation.
Suffering for no reason continuously looking for an answer,
It’s like a kid dying from an unknown cancer.
Nothing good can ever come from the things I feel,
But if you listen you have to respect it because it’s real.
Michael C. Lucas
