A poor victim
who hides behind the happy face
The cover of a book people judge ,
but never read
For the thrill of happiness I won't rush
Cause I'm stuck , stuck in the mud
You're only happy when I'm shattered
When all my pieces are broken on the floor
When my body is torn open
And the darkness turns the light off
I'm still here; can't flee ; won't go far
like a deer standing in front of an incoming car
For the thrill of happiness I won't rush
Cause I'm stuck, stuck in the mud
You're only happy when I'm shattered
When all my pieces are broken on the floor
And every hallway holds a closed door
Feels like I'm dying alone ,
Depression , will you take me home?
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Field Of Darkness
Poetry"And i was in darkness So darkness I became" - Unknown This is the sequel to Field Of Roses. Please keep reading and voting! ♡♡
