Happy?
Sometimes happy
sometimes not
sometimes it's so fuckin easy, but sometimes it's so very hard
when it's hard, I just want to chuck it all, to hell with it
when it's easy, I'm happy, and I can't imagine why I would have wanted to throw it away completely
I just want to be happy
why can't I be happy?
I'm never happy enough, nothing is ever good enough
is it?
But it's the hard days that push you to something better
even as they destroy the things you have
when is half good
half bad?
and vice versa?
When do you know to really give up, or really fight through?
Both are real, but which is more real?
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