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You cannot see What is unseen. You cannot feel What is not felt. The lines between Do not fall to observe. The truth is there It is just unheard. Your eye can tell
Sometimes we don't see Something is causing us Hurt Until someone lifts That veil Your eyes become Opened to the true Nature of the thing Sometimes it hurts To see the truth
I've gone through adequate measures to beat the monster that resides within me This thing lay secreted beneath the surface of my skin Readying to rupture out at any which moment
Restrained by society with a death grip, Over what I am, they are so obsessive. I make a move, they turn it back, Replacing my face with a mask. Corrupting my very soul,
If I close my eyes, I can hear them The quiet mumbling of the crowd Voices mingling into one loud whisper
so many reasons to hate myselfmake for so little time to sleepsilent Insomnia frequents my bedsideshe echoes each secret I keep
Darkness growing; Fed by her tears. Flooding her cheeks, Mascara and eyeliner Run; streaked.