Treasure Island

Suicidal Happiness

(The graves in my mind)

Tired Hatred


So tired and yet I can’t sleep
As I lay in bed I can’t help but weep
Tears that burn into my face
I realise now I’m your biggest disgrace
Forever sorry that I hurt you
But you killed me inside to
Dry throats and a forever racing mind
Every day I live, Happiness becomes harder to find
Hatred leaks into the deepest parts of my soul
Leaving me with only a desire to be left so dead and cold
I’m stuck in this depression with my anorexi- love
And I promise to be happy but only when I’m completely drained of blood

Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 16, 2013
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  • David Wood (5/17/2013 11:01:00 AM)

    No one should be a disgrace. We have to find love and happiness where we can and hold on to it. (Report) Reply

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