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You don't see it, but I cry myself to sleep every night. You can hear it but I scream in terror when I dream of my father. You can’t see it when I free my stress by terrible means. You can’t hear when I sigh in relief afterwards. You can’t see it when I walk for hours thinking about my life. You can’t hear it when I sob silently to myself over the loss of the love of my life. You can’t see the tears stream down my face. You can’t hear the bellowing screams that echo from my walls. You can’t see the personal pain I go through everyday. You can’t hear my laughter as blood drips down my arm. But you always see right through me. Through the lie of being alright, and being stable