When the pain goes away.

Only if it was my happy days again. The ones I pray for every day. The ones I wish I could take the good things I have now and make one of my biggest fantasy. We’re it wasn’t hard. When it was painless. Innocent me living life when things we’re good. But I could never see a day of what I wish for again. Knowing it’s the past and I have to live the future now. It was us. We didn’t know what it would be. But there’s a part of us that know we’re in hell. Some of us know past our minds of the situation. It’s such a numb feeling. An out of body experience. We’re we are out of our souls and our mind. We’re nothing else’s matters but the fact. But then we feel a happiness that heals the pain. It changes every thought that has been running around our heads. When the happiness treats you on top of other good things you feel like you’re on top of the world. Things will break it down. And soon you’ll notice it’s a cycle and that everything doesn’t go a way you wanted it to. And you live with that knowing you can make it somewhat better. Or you can fail and give up and dig yourself you’re grave. A walking dead is what it’s turn too. A life you know that’s gone to nothing but ashes. You’re life burned,gone. But then you’ll think and become more wise before it’s happened. Success is what we strive for but many of us give up. But happiness will be when we’ve passed. We’re nothing matters but you knowing you’ve lived for something. When the pain goes away.