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Broken
Everyone thinks I'm fine when I'm not
And who could blame them with this fake happy face?
In reality I cry myself to sleep
With a thousand thoughts racing through my head
About death, about suicide, about the happiness I once had
Perished.
How do you turn your head away when hate turns up everywhere and in between?
When you lose your hope in all humanity and you die every single minute of the day?
And your anger gets worse and worse when you can't do a damn thing?
No glimpse of sunshine but a lot of rain
A pain and sorrow that cannot be driven away
So here it is: I cry, and I cry, and I cry everyday
All these tears won't bring joy
It just brings pain
"He's" gone, and "he's" gone; "She's" gone, and "she's" gone
I feel like someone took a mallet, smashed my heart, but left my brain
I really want to wish these bad thoughts away
But no one cares, they really don't care.
Even my conscience didn't want to stay.
