StopHiding
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No one hears you crying when you're suffering in silence,
Covering your mouth, doing all you can to hide it.
I know you're not going to last long, trying so hard to fight it.
You ask me how I know?
the blood in my veins are the tears that cry out from the lacerations on your heart.
i see the ones on your wrist and i say to myself, "has she never felt love?"
