Happy
I want to be HAPPY again, is that at all a sin
My life is crappy and I’m starting to get snappy.
But how can I have a smile when I’ve been faking it for a while.
I feel so trapped inside my head; I know everybody wishes I was dead.
Cryin in my bed and always said...
Why is my life such a mess, it's bad when I don't want to get dressed.
I'm just down and depressed
They don’t listen to me, but now they can
see the hell I was in I finally has a key.
Don’t ignore it so why aren’t you supportive
Because I wake up in the mornin, and still not feelin important.
I'm trying to cope but without hope,
What's life at all?
I always call for help but it always falls apart.
I always ask this “Why Is Life? Am I worth it? Do I deserve this? Did I earn this? Why did you burn it? Should I quit”
Let me reword it!
I died inside; I just might draw the line.
In spite of me being tied by the demons’ guide and the feeling of always needing to hide.
Did I sign something for me to take a dark ride?
As I smile, look into my eyes, do you see the cries inside?
I just want to fly very high in the sky
But people go by all the lies that they're tied too.
My emotions are as deep as the ocean but the happiness has been stolen.
I never would get the reasons why the torture would always hit.
I feel tied to the demons that always made me cry always at night feelin like there's that
I'll never see the light.
I the dark is so bright and I am tied to the bed as I'm stuck in my head, feelin like I'm dead.
I'm seein red where the demons always said that the dread will always spread.
Copyright © Anastasia Hutto | Year Posted 2019
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