Sometimes I miss you. Sometimes I dare to imagine my life without you.
The things I would’ve achieved if you weren’t apart of me.
Oh I envy those who feel constant happiness-no streams of sadness taking over their body. Oh I crave serotonin.
I wish I had a full bottle of it.
When will this stream of blues go?
I don’t know.
When it goes I miss you.
When it’s here, I despise you.
I miss me.
Well, the version I have of myself.
Happiness is rare to find.
I wish one day I find it.