Happiness Poem by Sad Truth

Happiness is futile
All there is, is death and dying
Millions are busy crying

The world will end
You’re not my friend
Death is gold and gold gone

Nothings left here not even hope
Without this bullshit
This is it
Nothing left but dark and dreary holes
In a world that once was mine

To die would be divine
To live a thick sharp vine
Ready to unwind
When taken to that place
An unforgotten space

A world between the two
That when they die
Feel the need to cry
But know there’s no tears left

Happiness is futile...