Funny when I’m happy

StillHere

That day we sat on the rocks
down by the river bank
We built a fire
and said it sparked like our love
So…what happened to us ?
When did you become so mean
and I so bitter?

I wake alone in the morning
I don’t eat breakfast any more
Surrounded by people I know
yet so very alone
I pass the time...
go through the motions
And at night
I wonder...
will anyone ever see the real me
or will they just notice
what’s on the surface?

All I ever wanted was
someone to smile at
across the pillow at night

Can I just go on pretending
that nothing really matters?
Can I take some pills
and just smile through the pain?
And, if I write this all down
will it ever make a difference?
Funny when I’m happy
There doesn’t seem to be much
To put down on paper

chadwick

very nice writing