I Don'T Know What Happiness Is Poem by Theresa Short

What is happiness?
Is it how you feel with someone dear to you?
Is it the smile you smile to be okay?
I don't know anymore..
Is that sad to say? ?
It's all because of a boy,
He tore me apart, shattered me, broke me, used me, ripped my heart out,
All because I was too much to handle, because he stopped loving me,
Because he couldn't see the real me,
He lives in the past, always reminding me of my mistakes, my flaws,
Trying to control me in more ways then one,
I was so in love with him I was going to marry him, but he chose to leave when I fell hard,
So now I'm left with visible and invisible scars on my body and soul,
I don't even know happiness as it use to be.
I don't even know if I'll love the same again,
All from a boy who gave up on me,
All from a boy who hates himself,
All because of him..