You Will Not Understand

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I told you I was sad,

You blew it off.

I told You I was hurt,

You laughed.

I told you I couldn't go on,

You said, "Get over it."

And now you ask why I didn't tell you.

You don't hear the screaming in my head,

You don't feel the pain I feel,

You don't hear the despair in my voice

Or see the light in my eyes go off.

Her last words:

You don't know. You don't know what I live through.

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