I wish I'd write a happy story

I wish I'd write my blessings one by one

But I've never been the one to fixate on that

I'd rather see the hurt unfold

An exhibition of all my past mistakes

I wish I'd write a happy poem

I wish I'd write of your presence under light

But it's just so dark in here

I was never the one to be grateful

My mind has learned to give up anything that will ever make me smile

I want to look back and know that there was good

Remind myself that when in shadows

there was once hope where is now nothing

But there is nothing