Usually the ones who grew up in hell,
Are the ones with a genuine smile, that you could've sworn only one who lived in paradise can wear.
Usually the ones who growled and became bitter are kind people who had enough.
And sometimes, those who smiled brightly like the sun ended up like stars in the night.
Dead yet still there.
Dead yet still remembered.
They ended up dead.
And instead of happiness radiating from those memories,
They ended up as reminders that will continue to haunt people who had the pleasure to meet them.