I hate the pain you made me feel.
The sad ideas you placed in my mind.
the hurtful memories that linger in my heart.
happiness is no longer there.
It is buried beneth tears.
Hidden with fake smiles.
I enjoy the idea of pain.
After all it is felt.
With out it I'd be numb.
I wish, for once, happiness would come.
Instead of tears of sadness, those of joy,
Would come from my eyes covering my face.
Just the idea of me being happy.
Why does it fill you with such rage?
You should be happy for me, but no.
You want for me to stay alone.
To remain captured in this cage.
Here's a news flash...
Not going to happen.
So move on.
Get over it.