Fuck

Smile smile smile

But slowly die inside

When the night is over

All alone

With a feeling I can’t hide

I break down again

lately all I do is cry

No one cares anymore

So why even try

To reach out

When there’s no one there to touch

To speak up

When there’s no one there to listen

It’s better to Disappear

Like I was never here.

I feel like everyone would rather have me gone anyway

I just don’t really care

About any of this

Anymore


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