Memories of a Happy Life...

I remember when life used to be so simple yet beautiful where I loved everything I loved myself... and the people around me now I spend my days in a blacked out room refusing to leave the bed for days the only ounce of joy to be found is waiting on the edge of a dull blade everyone force their happiness down my throat I miss when things were happy where everything meant something I don't matter... and I never will... I will kill myself thinking about all my memories of a happy life maybe that's when I achieve my happiness when I'm met with death in the eye with a blade deep in my veins there won't be a note because no one cares nobody can save me from this mess only a shell of my former self is all I've become