How can you say those things to me
how can you think of me like that
how can you feel like that about me

when you dont know me
dont know my secrets and flaws
my deepest and darkest hate
not only on my self but the
way i keep living

how can you be in love with someone
like me
who cuts
starves
binges
who is
ugly
hated
worthless

but i guess if i cant love myself
i may aswell let you love me

H-A-P-P-Y
Adjective, and pronounced as "hapē".
It is an emotion.
It looks odd just looking at the word.
How do I achieve.. this.. this thing?
How do I know I am doing it right?
How am I guaranteed that my illusions,
of this emotion are false.
I will, perhaps never know.
Maybe, I am fooled,
by all the precise definitions.
But for right now...
In these moments of darkness,
I know happiness is the hope
that swells up in my chest
,and makes my heart believe.
It fools my mind,
into believing I can.
I can.
I really can.
Maybe, Happiness is not just an emotion...
Maybe, just maybe it is a life style..
A choice?
Happiness, can be shaped to my own.
I can shape my happiness and you can shape yours.
Is that not just wonderful?
©Lily M. Sky

I wonder...
Do you think about me,
Late at night when the whole city sleeps?
When I feel pain...
Do you still feel it?
When tears trickle down my face....
Do your tears follow the same rhythm?
Do we still have that same connection...
Or was that cut long ago?
Do you dream of me...
Just like I dream of you?
Do you ever stay up and rethink
All the mistakes you made with me?...
Do you feel the guilt...
Of doing me wrong?
*I wonder...