Happiness.

Maybe there is no reason to cry, to be in pain.
But there is still no reason as to why we live, We simply do it.
Same with happiness.
So why should I sentence myself to unending sadness when I can be happy?
But every time I find happiness it slowly slips away, Leaving my veins burning from the draining euphoric high. But despair and loneliness accepts me with open arms embracing me body and soul, no reassurances of future happiness, just the empty feeling.