Silent crys.

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A scream for help,
But a sign of weakness,
I can't help even myself because of this contradiction.

A pen and paper are your art while mine are on my wrists.
A beautiful masterpiece, stained in blood,
covered by the sleeves of closure.

A mask of smiles covering a waterfall of tears.
You never see my face when it is covered in tears.

I smile and I smile cuz I try to hide.
Tell me why you choose to believe my lies...

And you won't even notice till I've said goodbye...

Forget me cuz I'm no good for you.

Forget me,
And I'll forget that you let me bleed.

Cuz you never even noticed my silent crys.

- Goodbye

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