I see past all his smiles
I see past all his lies
Am I the only one who knows
His joy is a disguise
Late at night, I'd hear him cry
I'd hear his screams of pain
The next day, I'd always notice
The subtle blood red stain
I'd be too scared to fix it
Too scared that I'd make it a mess
I'd gladly end myself
If it would end his stress
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FanficAnxiety is tired of everything basically.
