being blind to whats going on
I trusted you too see what's really going on.
I'm in pain and scarred. Broken and shattered.
I had thought you would see my soul, one that had mattered.
I'm in a deep dark place one filled with fear.
But since you're so blind to what's really going on, I shall do nothing but wait and shed my one tear for your ignorance.
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