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My hair shifts in the lonesome wind.
I sigh and look towards the ground.
This is my happy place.
My visits.
Oh, so rare.
This is were I feel loved, Though no ones there.
Because no one cares.
No one cares enough to help me out.
Out of darkness.
Out of my hell.
I open my eyes and I'm here again.
I see you stare.
I hear you laugh.
My loneliness continues.
I sit at my table.
I am alone.
My happy place is not here.
My place was never real.
- by Violet Fires At Midnight |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/30/2008 |
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- Title: My Happy Place
- Artist: Violet Fires At Midnight
- Description: I wrote this is school when I was in 7th grade, and it still carries on to this day.
- Date: 11/30/2008
- Tags: depression
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Toxic_Pinup_ - 12/03/2008
- i can relate to it in so many ways, its truthful and honest. 5/5
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- CMeHyper5 - 11/30/2008
- I understand ur pain...
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