So much for a happy ending.

Let’s face it, life is not full of happy endings. And we shouldn’t expect that.

There are three things I hate that some people think:

#1: They believe that there will always be a happy ending, no matter what, blah blah blah.
#2: They believe that there’s nothing bad happening after there is a happy ending. Hello? This is the real world. Happy endings are actual endings.
#3: When people believe there are absolutely no happy things in the world because there has been nothing good happening to them.

Let me get this straight. Yes, there are bad things happening in the world. Yes, we will suffer. Yes, we will be hurt by our close friends and people we don’t even know. But that doesn’t mean the world is full of hate.
Happy endings may not always happen. But happy things do. Small things can still be good, and make people happy. You don’t need to save a child from being run over by a car, or find a cure for cancer to make people happy.
Horrible things happen over and over again. But it’s okay. You know, ’cause “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” But we can stick through all this.

Maybe I’ve expressed my feelings about happy endings in the wrong way in this post. But I hope you understand.
I hope you can have a happy ending, though.

My first try at free verse: In An Abyss(I have no other name for it)

Something broken.
Something undone.
Something wrong.
Something dying.
It all is so different.
I just want to run.
Run and go.
To a different place.
And not fall
In an abyss.

Someone loud.
Someone laughing.
Someone crying.
Someone moving.
Images swim in my head.
I think I’m going mad.
So I have to go.
To a different place.
Don’t keep me here.
In an abyss.

Somewhere dark.
Somewhere calling.
Somewhere lost.
Somewhere falling.
Stumbling around, crying.
It’s all an illusion, I’m told.
But they were a lie.
So I’m leaving.
To a different place.
Unknowingly
To an abyss.

Fantasies are lies.
Fantasies are realities.
Yet realities are fantasy.
And reality’s a lie.
If pushed in dark murky water,
You will drown.
Yes, drown.
In darkness.
In sadness.
In a void.
Without anyone
To be with.
Remember your past.
Live in the present.
Run to the future.
Don’t live
In an abyss.

Falling in a Nightmare (another one of my poems)

I know I need to find an answer soon,
Everything hurts, and I want the pain to go away,
Yet the pain is not physical, but it hurts much worse,
And I have to bear it every day.

I can’t ever be more than I am,
And I feel lost more than ever,
Why expect more of me?
But people will, forever and ever.

Losing grip on reality,
It’s slipping from my hands,
The sea of despair takes me,
I’m sinking in quicksand.

Shake me awake; don’t listen to my protests,
Remind me that it’s only just a dream,
It’s tearing me apart, or at least I think,
And I can’t trust you, or any other, as nothing is as it seems.

Always, always, I remember one thing:
What comes before a reality?
Before the reality is a dream,
As we dream in fantasies.

When we fall, you must get back up,
There will always be a time when you’ll stumble,
When broken, you have to fix yourself,
But beside a mountain, you can easily crumble.

I’ll never say yes,
But I can’t say no,
I can try my best,
But I still don’t know which way to go.