Even when I'm happy,
I'm not.
They say happiness comes from the inside,
Do they know I let my inside flow out?
Through the scratches of my soul.
I need a wall to hold me up,
I need a helping hand to raise me to my feet.
I am dependent,
Because when your foundation is taken from you,
So suddenly at the age of 11,
It's all you look for,
But do you know what you look for when you can't find it?
Another source of pain.
I've found my jagged edge,
Because I couldn't find anything else.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
Even when I'm happy,
I'm not.
They say happiness comes from the inside,
Do they know I let my inside flow out?
Through the scratches of my soul.
I need a wall to hold me up,
I need a helping hand to raise me to my feet.
I am dependent,
Because when your foundation is taken from you,
So suddenly at the age of 11,
It's all you look for,
But do you know what you look for when you can't find it?
Another source of pain.
I've found my jagged edge,
Because I couldn't find anything else.
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