Truth
Im not okay,
No matter how much i try to deny it,
I try so hard to keep my feelings at bay,
Im so tired of hideing i just want to quit,
I want to get away,
Lately all i can see is grey,
I cant do this anymore,
Theres always pain and i cant ever get away from it,
its a tumor,
And i cant get rid of the damn thing,
Im hanging from a string,
And its about to break,
Im so tired of the heart ache.
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