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Simply Tortured

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KoujiIsMine

Published: Sep 8, 2010

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My smile is just a smile
It holds no true emotion behind it
It's an act,
So that everyone will leave me alone
I wish I could cry,
Cry in front of everyone,
But I can't.
I know that
I always have
I always will
I can't show them just how bad it is
How badly I need treatment
How badly I need SOME sort of help...
But how will they understand?
They won't
They never have
Never will
They said I didn't need meds
But that was just because of an act
They don't know how I feel underneath
How dead I feel
How dead I've felt
I cry
Everyday
If not physically,
Then mentally
I don't choose to
But I do
It's beyond my control
How I wish it wasn't
I can't go on like this
Feeling complete hopelessness
I told myself I wouldn't let it get this bad
I wouldn't let you affect me that badly
But it's worse
I see you
I still talk to you
It's putting me through torture
Torture that I can't bear
It's putting the daily smile on my face
But it will forever be,
Simply tortured

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