Joy and sorrow

Little different that exist between joy and sorrow, but still its separable
It might be a shade or a slight scar from the way you look
Its weary..
And even too dreadful for me to sneak into that nook but 

Its even harder to stay longer in this vacuum space which kneads your longing and fear
I'm standing in between with  harmless knives just to make me comfort

Either this too painful or too joyful, someone please tell me what's  real
Its too excruciating from the way it sound

If this what people called as life...
Please take me out for a while until its all get balance and humanize