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.