Not as Good as Bad.

It tightens it constricts, My heart, and as I am lost in this pit, I remain lost in loneliness and hate, That is directed as my fate, Because being happy, is not meant for me, I probably won't make it very far, but I suppose I will see, Until God decides upon my end, I already lost my closest friend, That I still think of every second and it hurts so unbearingly, I feel like I can never see, The truth in actually being happy, Because being happy doesn't seem to be complete in any situation, Especially love, for I have felt it's devastation, And maybe a full life I am not meant to have, So far though it has been less good and more bad.