Staring for hours
at my little friend, the one that makes things better
the one that makes the pain go away
if only for a little while
no one needs to know the secret
no one needs to try and help
It's not like I would want it anyway
Frustration and anger built up
swelling in my chest
slowly bubbling over and flowing out crimson red
a relief is filled
followed by a hearbreaking numbness
the kind that keeps you silent
the kind that forces you to smile though there is nothing funny
Pretend like everything is okay--though nothing is
Act like you can handle anything--while inside you're cracking like glass
You have to help everyone with there problems,but oh wait..
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