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Hidden Sorrow
Your life is like a book…
People judge you by its cover…
Yet if they had taken the time,
To open the book they’d be able to read between the lines
Of the life that lies beneath you.
The pain they can’t see, the sadness, the screams they can’t hear,
When you’re crying out for help and bothered not to listen.
The scars they can’t see, hidden deep inside your heart,
A heart so weak, so confined, and so hurt by what it’s been through.
The nightmares they don’t know about,
The ones in which you can’t wake yourself up from.
Nightmares you dread not to experience every day.
Nightmares that have haunted you, nightmares you've become afraid of.
Afraid of letting people in because they wouldn't understand the life inside the book.
