Happy poems you say?

Well, how do you expect me

To write happy poems

When there's nothing in my life

That is close to being positive

When all I feel is

My box

Growing ever so small

Closing in on me

Leaving just enough air

So I can live but

I still experience

The feeling of breathlessness

So hopeless that

I can't even get myself

To give in;

To surrender.

To the waves

That pull me down

With every minute that passes

The more tired I get

But it's not that type of tired

That sleep can fix.

Because if it were that simple

I'd sleep forever.

So that all my troubles

That drown me everyday

Disappear

Underneath the depths of the sea

The sea filled with my sorrows

All the depressing thoughts

That cloud that hovers over my head

Every single stupid day

So I'm sorry

If I don't write

The happy poems that you want

I'm not that type of person...

(I'm sorry for what I said)

No, I'm not

but hey,

someone has to be the villain here,

right?

yes i was wrong,

probably should have stayed quiet

kept my "nobody asked you" words in my mouth

because all i ever spit are poison

and dirt

and other black stuff

on your shiny white plastic

but if your plastic is my witch's bridle

then my words are the belladonna blooms

creeping, toxic, fatal

(take a bite,

and I hit back,

just hard enough)

the bitter truth is the acid rain

and so you open up your umbrellas

but i am suspended

amongst the storm.

i guess there's a kind of beauty to brokenness,

that i've never really noticed,

your crooked smile,

snapped in places,

but still ever present,

how you never forget,

but always forgive,

even if it kills you a little,

or a lot.

how the lines on your hands,

don't tell a future,

but rather,

dreams,

wishes,

and your eyes,

although dimmer than others,

reflect galaxies of a different kind,

ones of peace,

hope, a forgotten love.

and how sometimes,

you break,

but always manage to reshape yourself,

so the punches hurt less,

how through everything,

your heart still beats,

to the unheard melody of joy,

which you said was, 

only because of you

so it hurts when i see you,

but even though you've been broken,

i hope that together,

we could be,

something like a whole.