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all this drama in our young lives

is there a point to it at all?

on gossip and pain our minds thrive

push others down so we wont fall.

a cliffhanger of lies and deceit

I fall down to the floor

pretending I am so elite

while knocking on depressions door

ringing the doorbell to chronic heartache

banging the knocker to flowing tears

just because I can't deal with my own pain

I'm wanting others to feel my fears

secluding myself from others

so they wont see that im so scared

is it possible for someone to love me?

I don't know, I've never dared,

to let someone in.

the doors to my heart

the windows to my soul

theres no warmness left within me

every door is closed.