Silent Cry

She's the type of girl
That everyone would desire
Long hair, beautiful
So many do admire
But what you see on the outside
Really doesn't matter
Cause she's hurting inside
Ready to die

She's the type of friend
Who's always there for everybody
Dependable, reliable
Call and she'll be there in a hurry
But no one really knows this
Or barely even noticed
She's hurting inside
Ready to die

Can somebody hear her
Can somebody see it in her eyes
All of the problems
That she's got bottled up inside
Can somebody notice that she's hurting
OR hear her silent cry
Can someone see past her smiles
Can somebody save her before she dies

He's the type of guy
Who's always got his shit together
Always dressed to impress
Pockets are even fatter
But riches Don't mean none to him
They really do not matter
Cause he's hurting inside
Ready to die

Can somebody hear him
Can somebody see it in his eyes
All of the problems
That he's got bottled up inside
Can somebody notice that he's hurting
OR hear his silent cry
Can someone see past his disguise
Can somebody save him before he dies

This poem is about: 
Our world

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