For the many lonesome days I spent disguising my depression with a smile
Concealing the chilling truth of my self-inflicted scars
I wish I could cry
For the many lonesome nights I spent petrified in my room
Terrified of the impending visits from beings from the other side
I wish I could cry
For the many infuriating criticisms that have wounded my aching soul
And tortured my sanity
I wish I could cry
But I cannot cry
Because those days and nights have made me numb,
Cynical of optimism and slightly neurotic.
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Concealing the chilling truth of my self-inflicted scars I wish I could cry. Very amazing expression shared here definitely. Wise sharing.10