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my pillow is wet with tears

my heart is swept with fears

my emotions are burned to the bone

my soul has now turned to stone

I hide under a blanket in a corner of my bed

so afraid, so hurt, hearing all the voices have said

the pain pounds in my head, stabs me like a knife

I curl up into a ball and fear for my life



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don't tell me I'm okay

and that you've felt this way

don't tell me I'm fine

don't hand me that line

cause I am not here to fake

not just gonna get what I can take

don't tell me there's nothing wrong

don't tell me I've been this way all along

cause I know how I feel, you don't

your supposed to help me but you won't

maybe I'll turn and run the other way

what do I have to do to show you I'm not okay



demons come in the night

darkness brings them to life

monsters stretch out their hands

coloring themselves with crayons

they're looking at my face, I try to hide

I don't want them to see what I keep inside

but they already know, they possess me, play their tricks

and they won't go away even when I grabbed the crucifix

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creeping down the halls

shadowing on the walls

scaring me to death

fearing every breath

they are more alive than me

and more real than I'll ever be

and whats the use of crying

when in the end it's me whose dying

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