Yes, I may faintly smile at you,
And fake be happy every now and then,
But what else can I do,
I cannot show this hurt I bury,
This retched pain that I carry,
Cannot be let out for you to see,
The tears will not show before your eyes,
They will hide in the depths of my disguise,
My wrists will be buried in cloth,
So you'll not notice that I've tried,
I shall re-coat my paint of lies,
Each day, so you cannot see,
The pain that is captivated within me,
You cannot see truth in my eyes,
Nor can you within my heart,
Tainted, painted, painful black,
So shattered, tattered, ripped apart,
Salty tears to not help the wounds,
It stings and burns like ghastly fumes,
Pain, it comes and goes like acid rain,
It hurts so much more to stay alive,
Then it would if I just commit suicide,
I'm considering it now, cause it hurts,
Hurts to breathe, it hurts to think,
Hurts to be who I am,
So at it I go with my knife,
Carelessly throwing away my life.
 
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