Nobody
Nobody sees the darkness,
behind the colors.
Nobody sees the body,
crying under the covers.
Nobody sees the pieces of my broken heart.
Nobody sees me, and that's the sad part.
Nobody hears the screams,
that come from my head.
Nobody hears me, because I'm already gone.
Nobody loves me,
so why am I here?
Nobody cares,
so I'll take it from here.
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