shoudl I give this a title?

Feels like …
I am disappearing in the vapors of unsuccessful attempts to be happy
Those fumes of hopelessness trail me
Inhale me
And slowly blow me by like a breeze
Traveling 30 miles per hour like a sneeze
I believe..
Happiness is allergic to me

I am weightless on a scale..with a heart to heavy to hold?

I cant keep my head above doubt
I have so much but am doing with out
What I need to exist
Is it normal to feel like this?
I want to cry but
My tears have vaporized
Become a dust that keeps my eyes dry
And open in the wee hours of the night
Looking at thoughts cross my mind
Watching time
Preparing for another moment by moment day of un-fulfillment

Has happiness lost its shape or have my hands forgotten to hold?

You win when I
Give in to the yearning inside to remember what we tried
And hurt from its failure
You …win when I weep
When I cry myself to sleep
When I want to slip in to pieces of a cracked heart and fall apart
in mid sentence
In mid thought
You ought
To be so zealous
Of
This jealous love
And hate
That negates my ability to achieve closure
You ..my secret that craves exposure
Should have pity on my weakness

I am revealed like a secret that shouldn’t be told

I am
VERY unable to smile sincerely at times
Like..when a poem nearly rhymes
But has no meaning after you read it
And you cant really receive its
message
Then you think the author was dumb
But I know now the author was numb
And the only way to feel
Was with words
And probably not in the order you would have preferred to have heard
But in any sporadic order that could build a border
Around the pain he/she really wants to express
But cant find away to address
Its propriety , without being devoured in reality

Yet incumbent in my depression ..cowardly bold , to be unhappy .with no reprieve
Or so it seems.