Good things do happen

When he died he took happiness with him. Whatever happiness I've found since is taken by people who promised to protect my broken heart
I attempted suicide and i'm still alive. I've felt my heart break more than i can count. I've managed to have a barrel of great times amonst the bad and had some awesome friends over the years. I'm now a mother who would kill for her daughter. So what is it all for? Everything happening for a reason is just bull shit to me. If i can save someone from despair and suicide then maybe i found my reason.