Maybe it isn't that I couldn't write anything happy, but rather that the only way I could express everything is through my sorrow.
That something in your life is so beautiful
And so precious that the thought of losing it makes you feel So empty and dead inside that your eyes instinctively tear up when you think about how much it matters to you
Maybe you're too though, maybe you've lost touch with your emotions because society told you to. Maybe You won't let yourself feel anymore. Whatever it is, I'm sorry and I really hope you let yourself feel all the pain you've neglected, I hope it hasn't been years. Without that experience you'll never truly be whole, and without it you'll still hurt
But I wish I was only as selfish as to take the advice I give because my desires are my burdens and I wish for once that someone would see that my sacrifices aren't purely for my Own benefit, that they are an extension of my willingness to forego pleasure, to give up my existence in the hopes that it will help someone sing. Maybe I'm a coward, maybe I'm so afraid of today that I'd rather be miserable forever so that there might be one day of solace for us all. Please forgive the dreamer in me, because that is is the only the only thing that keeps my heart pumping.
I know I'm foolish and I know I dream like a child. But that's why I laugh. I laugh because it hurts too much to cry