Broken As Me
Tired of crying,
inside I am dying.
Tired of the fears,
they swallow me with tears.
Tired of no sleep.
The cuts show so deep.
Tired of these people,
they hide under the steeple,
pretending to be perfect.
They say "it's all worth it",
but the things they say
aren't backed up b what they pray.
They think life is a game
but their thoughts are such a shame.
They won't let people see
that they are as broken as me.
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