My head is full of tears

My head is full of tears
But none of them ever hits the ground
My heart is pierced by a thousand spears
Help is nowhere to be found

People died,
I survived
But I do not know for how long

"Are you okay?"
A question frequently asked
"It'll be alright someday"
But a childhood has passed

I hate my life
Everything is a big blur,
But I'll stay alive for her

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