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Even on the brightest day.
Even on the brightest days, I feel as if I'm trapped inside the darkness.
I try to open my lips to speak, but no sound will come out.
My voice falls on deaf ears, my tears go un seen.
Why is it nobody can look past my shields and see?
My shields and gates are locked up tight, and built so very high.
So nobody can get inside and hurt my heart and make me cry.
So easily it has been for intruders to force their way in over the years.
I just wish somebody could look at me, without me speaking a word,
Would be able to look into my tear stained eyes, and see why it is, I cry.
Sometimes I find it hard to verbalize why I am upset.
I can't seem to make them understand why my heart feels so dead.
I lay upon the cold floor, crying till all you hear is screams.
Screams from a women in such pain, it makes your heart shatter and break.
But yet they don't understand, and try to be selfish and get their ways.
Instead of trying to hold me, and take it all away.
Even on the brightest days, I feel as if I'm trapped inside the darkness.
