Happiness

This Fumes that I missed, a memory that shouldve been gone, is still as sweet as yesterday.
For gentle knock that start the sunrise, to a laugh that end with sunset.
This fragment that supposed to be blissful became a shard that pierces.

It's bitter, I'm jealous for he who is a kid that remembers,
for I am the man who suffers,
why can't I just rest on this bed of nothingness,
a void of silence that echoes my comfort.

To a validation that I keep looking, to a reflection of my lies.
It's heavy, the glimpse of the truth is revealing,
but I still holding, and hoping.
That no one would unveil this lies that is full of truth, for I still tryin to forget.