I don’t understand why I cannot be happy. What did I do to deserve all of this? Why is everything so cruel around me? Discomforting my unravelled heart. Always hoping for the best. Always striving to please others, but breaking my heart in the process wondering if anyone can come and sequester all that is necessary to fulfill this fragile emptiness that my heart constantly reminds me of. Which feels as if only I have this strange emptiness. Why should I be patient? Love does come with patience, but who would want to be patient knowing that the mysteries of your heart are unrevealed? Tempting me. Encouraging me to do the unbelievable. Always hoping that this forced optimism will one day provide me with this happiness that only seems to be a rumor. This unrealistic happiness that is dependent on another’s love and comfort.