New Eyes

The sleeves covered up
My secrets
My nightmares
But the voices still echo.

When did two words gain the power
to hurt worse than a blade itself?

When the smiling turned into
the biggest lie I could tell,
next to "It's nothing."

That's when.
When it went from "nothing" to "something."

It's something.
I'm something.
YOU'R something.

No more hiding your battle wounds.
No more fighting with your thoughts.

Look to the world with new eyes.

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