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the bleeding girl


it feels just like bleeding

like you’re slowly dying

and as you are crying,

hiding, alone at night

you and that fearsome thing, 

praying that you could feel something

other than pure, plain sadness

what really comes to your mind is

will i ever be happy again?

will all of this ever come to an end?
 

and your friends, they don’t know

but how could they?

when you’re still all sunshine when you meet

but then you get alone and feels like

you’re not important and

you can’t get back on your feet
 

and sometimes you just want to scream to the world

and tell someone,

and say ‘’no more’’

but the thing, it keeps saying that you don’t matter

so you believe it and close that door

you be good and quiet

and tell no one about it

and feel empty and doomed

wondering how can you heal

a bleeding with no wound?

 

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