I need nobody,
I feel nothing,
My routene feels repetitive,
My heart is empty,
It can hold no more heart break,
My hurt does not matter,
For it is not yours,
My sorrow is nothing to you,
But sadly I am a somebody,
People will notice if I sit in the back of the room to be alone,
I smile through the tears,
For I shall not cry today,
If you only open your eyes,
You could possibly see,
That sometimes the happiest,
Are the ones that are most miserable.
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