There's a room that I live in
here inside my head
rage leashed by chemicals
hanging on by a thread
Blood pounds in my ears
crying in my heart
every day, every hour
eah pill does it's part
To keep my pain inside
hidden from their witness
so other's can be comfortable
they don't want to see my sickness
The scars we all carry
hurt beyond measure
we salve our own wounds
wearing a mask for other's pleasure
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