Sadness seeps through days that never end
It stays as years vanish over and over
Happiness is a blink
I wish it were more than a thought
I wish it were permanent
For suicidal ideation, is a place my spirit wanders
The afternoon comes from a morning where I knew not how to wake
Dreaming of an escape
But the woman I love
Stands by a heavenly gate
She takes, always, my reflected hate
It’s the way she makes me feel
With her company
With her words
With her love
Happiness is a place
Where my eyes can stay open
And they do
