I tried to write something happy...

I wrote this a while ago, it an attempt to write something happy... Didn't work...

If my heart was a notebook,

Your name would have been written on every page.

Sometimes with hearts.

Some with scribbles.

And the rest with marks where i've tried to erase,

The scars that run deep, from crying for days.

My freedom is fleeting, my soul's is encaged

Muffling, strangling, engulfing my rage,

'till i scream and i shout, but i can't hear my voice.

Only yours, telling me that this was my choice,

my path, my destiny, my role in this life,

and i look at my past, filled with envy and vice

and submit to your words, then wake up with a fright.

panting and aching, i'm losing the fight.

Because losing my soul is what haunts me at night.