Happiness. What does it mean to be happy? I remember a time before all the tears and pain when I was ignorant to the world, and all it had to offer. The glimpse of joy that once ran through my bloodstreams, enveloping me in ecstasy. Has long been gone. Alphabets pieced together to form words that we, as a society created, in order to find a deeper method, of understanding via communication. It brought much sparkle to this endless void we call life and yet the higher you go, the further you fall. A language we have made to understand each other, can also be used to hurt. Physically I am healthy, I am far form sick, but emotionally, I feel as if I've been torn apart by a flesh eating bacteria, and yet the only bacteria here, are the words of others. At moments like this, only one thing can bring me joy, continuing the cycle of hate.