When on the sunniest days the darkests clouds are seen... show them a friendly smile or share a kind word, that'll help those clouds, to blow on by.

It's a sad memory
What you made of us;
the 'oh so good' people,
never the opposite.
How come they aren't good enough?
Why are we the broken ones here?

Sometimes I think that I will never find happiness.
I even try to look for a light in this dark world.

In the end, the darkness will consume us all and the monsters we fear are what we become.

Why can’t I just be happy

I wrote a poem I’ll never read

If only the seasons could retreat, my winter wounds would heal this summer.

Beneath a heavy moon my heart cries for your return.

After the rains have ebbed my endless love will flow for you.

Taking the bubbling brook of life for granted is all very well, until it cracks and dries.