You can never really tell when it’ll happen, when a certain something will die

It’s not a human, it’s not an animal

But the death of something can kill a living being, the death of feeling happy.

Happiness is what keeps most going, take that feeling away?

When your happy begins to shrivel and die, your body becomes a husk of dark emotions

Your mind turns black, your eyes turn red

The death of joy can end a human, it ends life.

But that is a harsh truth, one many don’t want to hear

Afterall just because your not happy doesn’t mean you can be selfish, not at all

It’s not selfish though, in fact it’s selfless.

You hide away your soul, you hide so you won’t hurt others around you

You hurt yourself In exchange for the pain of others

But happiness doesn’t kill, it just stops

It just stops, like the heart of one with no more joy left to fill them up.