I lie in a world,
Filled with comfort
But comfort and hapiness
Are not the same
Someone in the middle of
A torn country
With nothing but a mat
To sleep on
May be happier than me
Of course, it doesn't take much
To smile more genuinely than me
I'm not happy
I've never been truly happy
Except for that one week
When I had him.
Now I have nothing.
Bothing satisfies me the way it should
I should be happy
But I just can't be
I don't know why not
I've tried
But I can't seem to smile
Like that one person with nothing to lose
And everything to give
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