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How many nights has it been ever since I began crying?
Couldn't sleep normally without going past midnight.
I'm stuck with all of these thoughts,
making my head hurt and overflow tears out of my eyes.

All of these problems that I have with men,
why do I tend to romanticize them when they always hurt me?
My heart has grown into a block of steel,
but it always remained cold as ice all this time.

They never cared about me feeling suicidal within the shadows.
I was always alone with my tears,
fighting with all of these thoughts constantly without rest.
Will I ever see the light without tears?

I'm surprised that I haven't screamed or punched a wall yet.
Where is all the blood when my stomach ties up into a knot?
It's always gloomy outside like my head.
No one ever sees the tears that fall.