I sat on my bed, wanting to be happy,
I wanted to eat, I wanted a person to hold my hand,
to tie up our fingers and have her gentle touch graze the tiny hairs on my knuckles,
I always wanted to go skydiving,
to taste the air that hits your face at a high velocity,
But never did I get those things,
so I found myself sad, so very sad,
Eventually I gave up on wanting things,
I found myself finally happy.
