When i smile i sometimes wonder,
wonder about who really cares,
cares about how i feel or why i cry,
crying and crying is the only thing that helps.
its helps go through another day,
days and days of pain, feeling hopeless,
feeling like the world is finishing,
finishing with everybodys happiness.
being happy takes a long time,
such a long time, feels like a lifetime,
the time continues as some ache,
some ache and others hurt.
as those hurt and ache, others tend to smile,
under that smile, is another who pretends,
pretending is what we do best,
its best for everyone and yourself.
yourself, you and nobody else,
nobody else knows whats wrong,
whats wrong, they ask.
asked but get no response.
responding will only bring memories back,
memories that will make you think,
think about the good and bad,
and those times you want to come back
it hurts, yes, it does.
but what is there to do,
when the pain doesnt let you move.. </3
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