Happiness never last very long
You must find a way to hold on to it
Because before you know is gone
You go right back to your miserable thoughts
Back to the inconsistency diluted world
Back to the worries, if this will be the day you are called home
Depression grows and anger leads your cause
Suddenly the only way you can survive is by eloping with your thoughts
Happiness no longer exists
We are just mold to be believers
But when tragedy strikes
We become comfortable with loneliness and isolation
This place we become a custom
We learn to call it
Home
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Clary BeFree (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I write for me…everyday there’s a new demon creeping into my dreams. I write to get this weight off my chest otherwise i am afraid where it will take me.
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i rlly rlly like this poem. great work
Thank you kindly.
great way to describe the feeling.
Thank you
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