October 26, 2007 Why does such an emotion exist?
Birthed out of what seems so great,
Suffocating me with what I must resist
Such an emotion I hate to contemplate
I had Happiness before
It comes and goes as it pleases,
Make up your mind instead of going through the door,
I only feel you as October breezes.
Do you want my heart or not?
I cut my chest so you don't have to rip,
Opened wide, I'll give you a free shot
Stop staring and take it, just don't slip.
You leave me here to die bleeding
After I ripped my heart out for you,
All you had to do was respond to my pleading,
But you stepped on it with a spiked shoe
Now I wrestle this thing called sorrow
While the joy of my spirit I've tried to preserve,
I question happiness's existence tomorrow,
Is it truly something I deserve?
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