Happiness

I’m really getting tired of this aching, rotten hole in my stomach. How many times more???
 
I’ve never trusted happiness
We’ve never quite been friends
And every time that my heart breaks
It never really mends.

I read somewhere that the best way to keep your heart from getting broken is to pretend you don’t have one. . . .
 

I wrote those words so long ago,

And yet they still hold true.
This heart can hold no happiness
The love just falls right through.