It’s hard to be happy,
But it’s easy to fake it,
It’s hard to smile,
But it’s easy to force it.

It’s easy for you to listen,
But hard for you to understand,
It’s easy for you to care
But hard for us to both bear.

It’s hard to write about it,
But its harder to speak it,
It’s hard to solely carry this weight,
But it’s far harder for me to communicate.

It’s scary being this sad.
Believe me, it’s exhausting.
All the faking, talking, forcing.
But, your desire to heal-
The way I feel,
Oh, and this writing hobby I found;
Are the very reasons I’m still around.

Oh, it is hard to be happy.
And ’tis natural to be sad.|
But you want to help so badly,
And for that I am truly glad.