Hiding from Happiness

Wake up. Choking on another day. Save for a while,

save life, decay. Hope tastes like rust and rain. Every prayer feeds

the pain. I count my breaths like debts unpaid. Smiles run.

Promises frayed. I keep digging for a reason to stay. But happiness has

learned how to hide away. Every road bends back to my life of shame.

I scream my name, but it sounds the same. No savior waits,

no guiding hand. Just empty years slipping through my hands. My hands.

Friends' faces turn into ghosts. They're the ones get to me the most.