I smile as my wrists burst with desperation,
I touch my forehead with my palm,
My brow is beaded with perspiration. 
I long to find out where it all went wrong,
When did happiness become the impossible thing?
This is no longer where I belong.
I think of the happiness I will have,
When I am on the other side. 
When I finally get outside of deaths iron doors,
True happiness is what I will find.