If things never intend to last
It should’ve ended long before
For it only gives us nothing
But a promise of false hope

If joy never meant to be kept
It should’ve come in any way
For it only causes us the opposite
Feeling that should be forgotten

If misery never meant to be alone
I should’ve been like on my own
For they say it needs company
Does it intend it to be me?

If this poem can express what I feel
It should’ve at least lessen as well
For it is the only way I know
To express things no less, no more