Schism - Adrian Gabardo

I typed a few words today,

it was all just a mumble,

just sentences of non-sense and no significance.

The only way for my brain to work,

is for me to hit rock bottom I guess,

or else it will be just a bunch of stressful attempts at nothing,

at writing something face and soulless.

Pain and suffering help my own self remain,

the sadness restrains my soul to this body,

it keeps my mind looking for an answer,

to the passion I yet have to find.

The happiness is my biggest enemy,

it leaves me numb and dumb,

much like everyone else,

much like all those animals laughing at the wind,

looking for nothing, knowing even less.

Happiness,

my friend,

is truly the enemy,

that I wish to face me.