I’m quietly crying,
But as I look around,
There’s no one to dry my tears.

I’m silently dieing,
But as I search for a friend,
There’s no one to chase away my fears.

I secretly hate,
Hate myself inside,
But no one to help me in these years.

I realize I have,
but myself to rely on,
no one else, only me.

 
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