Oh, Where is the Happiness?

Oh, Where is the Happiness?

A Poem by Jacey
"

Just letting my heart out from thinking this evening

"

I submerged myself into depression.
I refused to speak to anyone.
That lasted just one weekend,
But hurt me badly.
I can't help but cry myself to sleep.
I can't help but hurt myself.
I feel like no one cares,
But everyone does around me.
The pain and sorrow I see,
runs deeper that the physical appearance.
I can't help but apologize,
But really, I don't care.
I talk to everyone.
Trying to find some peace.
I talk to someone,
But all I do is yell.
They calmly sit and chat.
I just ball my eye's out.
I found my guardian angel,
And she is peace on Earth.
She herself has problem.
And sees the world differently than you and I.
I can't help but thank you,
My guardian angel.
I talk to you everyday.
You keep my mind at ease.
I try not to think about the negative,
But I can't stop thinking about your's.
Then one night I see the truth.
A smile shapes me face.
All my hidden scars fade,
All you see is me.
Many months later,
I thank you oh so much.
I love you with all my heart,
My gorgeous guardian angel.
I have submerged myself into sadness once again.
I need your help.
But when you aren't there,
I look in another place.
When I look there my mind goes at ease.
What I find puts a gentle smile on my face.

'Your my best friend in the whole wide world. You help me with everything. Your nice. You yell a lot-but wheres Joclyn without the yelling? You know how to say no. Your pretty. Your the only one that understands what I try to say. (Heh) I looooovee you. '
Thank you my guardian angel and my "best friend"

© 2008 Jacey


Author's Note

Jacey
I wrote this on spur of the moment ignore grammar and non rhyming parts

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