They Burst, by ♥ Leah ☺ Subscribe to rss feed for ♥ Leah ☺
Posted: 2009-06-30 20:05:21 UTC
I smile as my wrists burst with desperation,
I touch my forehead with my palm,
My brow is beaded with perspiration.
I long to find out where it all went wrong,
When did happiness become the impossible thing?
This is no longer where I belong.
I think of the happiness I will have,
When I am on the other side.
When I finally get outside of deaths iron doors,
True happiness is what I will find.

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