void
It comes in the morning, it comes at night
It comes with no warning, not a reason in sight
I feel like im crazy, as if i have no control
What must i do to fill this hole?
I cry out but nobody sees because they dont understand this disease
I put on a mask and they buy the act
Nobody cares to ask, is your heart in tact?
What they dont see is that it is shattered
But if i let them see would it even matter?
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