Suicidal Happiness

(The graves in my mind)

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Green sheets and the sweet soft pillows to lay my head
All I want is to lie on my double bed
I want to fall asleep and just get away
Mum and dad always having arguments
So for sleep to come is a god sent
I’d hate to be like them but it’s bound to happen
And it makes my brain numb and absent
It makes a kid confused and it makes my kind of depressed
But in saying this, I wake up every day, I’m alive, I’m blessed
I’d hate to die; there is so much life to live
And in the mist of my confusion there is always a positive
I’m searching for that thing that makes my life bliss
I’m living everyday getting closer to my one happiness

Submitted: Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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