Words on paper.....attempt at poetry

Is it pain? I Know that feeling all too well.
Is it sadness? It flows through my veins.
The many tears shed? I've shed a billion.

Life sucks, sometimes.

The choices I make , I'm responsible for them.
The hurt I feel, my choice .
I can choose to feel hurt or not by whatever fate deals me.

It's my happiness that matters most.

It seems no one cares;
No ping, no call, no text message.
Not even a hug smiley.

Happiness is a choice. Life is short.

Taking each day as it comes and revelling in the pleasantness of the little things.
Things that most people pay no attention to.
Things that hold much more value than it seems they do.