Rejection

I feel the tears swell up inside,
I try to hold them back.
But sill they come, the sadness runs,
My mask, it slowly cracks.

I try to wait 'til I'm alone,
As not to be disturbed.
I'll weep until my heart gives out,
A suicide preferred.

This devastation is a desparation,
It holds me tight with hands of stone.
I can't escape; is this my fate?
To die a somber, lonely soul?

The blackness never goes away,
I sit here in the dark.
Every time I try to leave,
The light I'm reaching for is too far.

But as the rest, the pain it heals,
And once again I start to feel.
My soul, my mind, they've come so far,
For my heart recovers from your scar.

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