If I have ever spoken of happiness, forgive me I was wrong and lying. I do not know what happiness is. So therefore I can not speak as if I have had the pleasure.
Pain is all I have ever known, it`s embedded in my life story. Every emotion I feel stems from pain. I live in a semi depression, the therapist is recommending pills.
You can hear it in my voice and see it in my eyes, and the way move about things. I don`t know any better, these are the cards god dealt me. If only he gave me lemonade instead… It would probably just turn out sour…
Every part of my life from childhood, I can remember vividly what and when something happened to me. How it affected me, and is a part of who I am today.
Letting things go is something I just can not bring myself to do. I have tried, I have prayed, I have cried, all the time I feel the anger I carry on me from these things.
Nobody understands me, to know me is to understand.
That`s what this world has always lacked of though.
Understanding and genuine concern. Just covering up hiding behind our masks we put on for the world. We all say we`re “Fine” when really none of us are.
Just faking being happy and that is not real so how can it be an emotion if you are not really feeling happy?
AnnAerB Jones 