• Happiness is the key to a life of broken dreams.A life that I have grown accustomed to all this dismal years of muddling through never-ending rainy days and cloudy skies, my hope diminishing as each passing day leaves me brokenhearted and hollow inside. You don't know the pain I have to endure, the sleepless nights I fear, and the lovesick heart I hold inside me. Each passing day leaves me begging for that tender kiss I used to share with my beloved. Those murmurs of sweet-nothings I now crave knowing they shall never warm my heart. Those eyes I shall never look into burn into my thoughts. I'm stuck in a cycle of pain and grief for an eternity. My heart a shriveled up thing in which my peers look upon with disdain and pity. As I said before, happiness is the key to a life of broken dreams. The only problem with that is I have no gleaming sun or sweetheart to look forward to. So now I ask you, is happiness truly the key, or is it a heart that is about to burst with the bottled-up love I kept inside all these years?