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why are things not the way they seem
cut wrists not seen as a silent scream
and crying is seen as crocodile tears
not the emerging of your inner most fears
the pain in your head caused by tension
and pills being popped for attention
how many doors need to slam?
before you realise they don't give a damn!!
how many times we try to please
so we can feel at total ease
and many times we stop to look
at broken hearts and the time it took
what started as a tiny tiff
nasty words come fast and swift
and how many lives will it take
to part true love with the fake
why do the good always die young
when only half their time is done
sitting at night all alone
no-one To talk to on the phone
other people sit alone with their strife
praying for someone to sort out their life
sitting alone they slash their wrist
add another suicide to the list.
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