you don’t understand

i want to cry it all out,

the frustration,

the angst,

the hurt,

the pain.

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the tears can help me take it all away.

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you say,

‘i understand’.

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BUT YOU DON’T.

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do you understand,

how heart-wrenching it is every day i don’t see you?

how much i bleed inside despite my plastic smile?

the kind of torment you put me through whenever you leave me?

the hellish paradise you make me live my life in?

how i feel?

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the indescribable feeling,

the unspoken emotion,

the silent screams,

behind my i’m-so-happy mask?

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NO YOU DON’T.

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well,

you’re gone,

now,

forever,

and ever.

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you just DON’T want to let me see you again.

do you?

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i tried letting pain numb myself, (all i got were more scars)

i tried to forget, (the sleeping pills didn’t work)

i tried alcohol, (the headache imprinted multiple images of you instead)

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did you understand that?

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i want you back,

you know it.

you’re just choosing to ignore me,

am i really transparent?

you can see right through me,

and taking full advantage of that.

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this time,

i know i’ll be able to forget,

because i don’t believe in life after death.

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i know you can hear me,

as i whisper my last

‘goodbye’.