Treasure Island

kate Emma


how to be happy


I copy, I smile, I pretend to be
Happy and having a good time
If I do this then maybe happiness
I will eventually find

Laughing away even though
Inside I just want to die
How can I push these feelings aside
And not break down and cry

Willing to try and do anything
To feel just one ounce of happiness
But at the moment nothing seems to be working
All there is, is worthlessness

Trying to change everything about me
But why cant I ever feel
Wheres my excitement, motivation and enjoyment
Why cant theres feelings ever be real

Im starting to see what I have to do
To feel this happiness inside
To feel at piece, whole and complete
Happiness will be committing suicide

Submitted: Friday, January 08, 2010
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