The Harder Part of Me To Hide
I guess depression is the easier choice.
Rather than feel a hope that allows me to rejoice.
I suppose everyone just wanted me to be aware-
Of the pointlessness of my life- I’m supposed to despair!
For a moment in time there was a final day of peace.
After those weeks of sleepless nights, it was like I was frozen in ease.
Until the fingers snapped in front of my face.
And my angry family was ready to take my new memories to erase.
So that I could go back to being tethered.
And hope would no longer tempt me like a feather.
They just don’t want me to have more pieces to hide.
Goodbye happiness- I know you tried.
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