My Life, Not Yours
To be happy
or to convince that in reality, it’s unhappy your searching for
grabbing those innocent hearts, the innocence
that lingers throughout the days and then,
gone. gone.
and there’s nothing left but the emptiness, the longing for what was lost
and now that it’s lost,
there’s anger and so much more anger
such agitation is driving deep into the brain, drilling a hole,
where only lies pour in,
the lies of the unspoken,
who once did not speak, but now,
all are words.
Those lies unfold past emotions, emotions
that took place silently,
emotions that tried to destroy the happiness
and only destroying the one whos being destroyed,
painfully
slowly.
No more happiness,
no more of that all around love security,
it’s almost as though the heart
is molded,
frozen in the sun,
unaware to move out of the fire
because of all the stupid, stupid lies
which do in all seriousness come from truth,
the lies which seem misunderstood have a meaning,
have a home,
but their home doesn’t know any other heart,
it only knows their own.
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