just another poem

Happiness

happiness what is
this odd little thing
of joy and glee to
you could it be a

warm tight family
hug or a kiss from
"the one" or is it
my choice of joy

a blade to the wrist
when blood bubbles
up and a sensation
of warm tingles me

a pill, the last one of
a seires uncountable
goes into you and the
world becomes black

when the gun is held
to your broken heart
and that fiinal breathe
that comes before you

pull back

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