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Everything they say just flows right out of my ears.
I don’t know why they even try.
Happy? what’s that.
The only thing I’ve ever known is this hollow feeling,
Somewhere deep in my chest
With a grip so tight
It won’t let go.
And they are trying to tear it away from me
But it only grips on tighter
And every time they try to yank
It away,
It tears a little piece of my heart out.
I don’t know why they even try.
It gets more ridiculous
Every day.
They tell me about things
I should probably be happy about
But I’m
Not and I don’t even know why.
I would like to
Be happy for once.
I don’t even know what it feels like,
Is it like sunshine beating down on a flowery, beautiful meadow
One that’s near the shimmering lake
And trees full of beehives?
Is it like those little kids
Sucking on lollipops and won’t share a thing with the other children?
Is it like the cat who just caught its first rabbit?
Or a baby bird that just learned how to fly
High out of its nest
And never have to come back home?
Happiness.
Could it really fill this empty inside me?
This weird, hollow
Feeling?
Do they even know what this feels like?
It’s not a sadness,
More like this emptiness,
Like you’re almost filled up to the brim
With helium
And you feel like you could float away with the slightest breeze
And pop right under the sun’s nose,
And you don’t even really care what you do,
Or what the consequences are,
And you do whatever you want
No matter what people say.
That’s how I feel
Every
Day.
- by ViciousPacifist |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/12/2011 |
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- Title: Hollow.
- Artist: ViciousPacifist
- Description: They only waste their so-called precious time.
- Date: 11/12/2011
- Tags: hollow
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- Alkalune - 11/16/2011
- Images are good. Try to stick to those. Try to convey the emotions of not knowing happiness through the images and weed out the extra words that are unnecessary. Try not to use the word "Happiness."
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