Starved

I’m starved for happiness,

like a wild animal for flesh,

just to fill my void.

The void that just gets bigger and deeper

and eventually reaches my head.

Takes over my head,

numbing me from all emotions.

It doesn’t want to be fed,entertained

or made to sleep,

it wants the most simplest of things,

but the one hardest to obtain.

But it lies,

It doesn’t go away by happiness,

but instead feeds on it.

We all deserve happiness,

but it makes it seem otherwise.

Since the void gets killed,

when we are grateful for the little things,

from the endorphins fill.