They Don't Know
coming home after a long day,
you walk into your bedroom and weep.
you pray that everything will be okay.
you wish the pain wasn't so deep.
why do they call you those names,
shove you, and point out your flaws?
they think life is a series of games.
they don't know the trouble they cause.
you cry for the last time.
all you want to do is die.
the agony was now at its prime,
and you say your final goodbye.
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