Hardly A Problem

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No one can see tears that have already dried

No one can touch pain that’s already sunk beneath the skin

No one can hear your sobbing when they’re afraid to come in

No one can smell the blood already crusted on your wrists

No one can heal a wound that you carved holes into yourself

No one can help when you're the only one that knows

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Smiling through your pain doesn’t solve it

You are merely burying it deeper

There comes a point

Where hiding your tears from the rest of the world

Is no longer on your agenda

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Could you ever plummet so low

That your pain only need be hidden from yourself?

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A problem shared

Is a problem halved

And a problem halved

Is hardly a problem at all

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So stop hiding

Let it out

Pain isn’t an external thing

If you keep it confined

All you're doing is letting it eat you

From the inside out

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A/N: Can you tell that its an old poem that Ive just edited?