Too long
It's a deep dark hole I am in
I climb and crawl and grasp all around to
try to get out
But I hurt
Inside and out
Every day
And I've gotten so good at faking I'm fine
That people believe that I am
But I know the truth
Where my mind swerves to blackness
Multiple times every day
Little things
Big things
So many things
Make me feel worthless
And sick in the head
I cry dry tears and lay in my bed
Hurting and not able to explain
What I really can't tell because
No one
Really wants to know
What's in this brain
I just want to sleep
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