Why is happiness such a hard gig?
I am tired of it all, I have said it before
Now it is becoming to sound like a reinstated opinion.
The moments when I am smiling, I know to take in and enjoy.
I find myself distancing myself.
Abandoning the many who create my circle of joy.
I am working on it, I promise.
I am making depression my bitch, but leaving bed is hard
and so is ignoring the massive dark matter that is knocking on my psyches door.