Happy Place

Fri, 10/18/2013 - 13:20 -- KOTAREE


The injuries are internal,

No physical pain.

But every day she has to go back

To that godforsaken place.

She gave up on hope,

Family and friends, too.

'Cause friends would help her

Deal with what she's been through.

Empty and broken,

She looks through the tears.

She pulls out the gun,

Giving up her high school years.

They were only filled with

Hurtful words and hate.

When she's dead she can't be hurt,

She finally found her happy place.

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