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I smile. I try.
But the truth is I want to die.
I talk, I laugh like everything is fine.
But deep inside… my thoughts aren’t kind.
Some days I lay alone at night,
Drifting, as these thoughts take flight.
They whisper low, they speak so loud,
They say I’m wrong, I’m not allowed.
They say I’m hated, I don’t belong
Ive been the problem all along.
They say I’m nothing,
Not worth loving.
And I know, l know, I know I’m not.
But can’t I-can’t I just want?