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Pain.

A knife,

Twisted around through the open wound.

You push it deeper.

I swallow it whole.

I don’t yell.

I don't scream.

I don't cry.

Yet it’s killing me,

You’re killing me,

And the anger builds up inside.



They can't realize,

They wouldn't have a clue.

But what they say hurts.

And they don't even know.



Look at me.

Gazing at you.

Looking at me,

I understand.

Gazing at you,

You're confused.



It’s ok.

You don’t always have to know.

How much I wish I trusted you enough to tell you.

But you’re not the person to trust.

No one is to trust.

Everyone will slip eventually,

I just need to be ready.



See me.

Don't understand me.

Care.

But don't think to hard.

Cause gazing for too long,

Following who my eyes follow,

Reveals the truth,

No one sees.



Hey!

Its not that I’m scared.

But you would be.

And I don't want it to be that way.

You wouldn't pull the cover off a dark secret.

And don't pull the cover off mine.

However light it is.



You kill me each day.

Yet I say nothing.

And you would never know.

But the anger builds up inside.

My escape is music.



Relax to the rock of old.

And sounds of new.

Sit late into the night,

Till I can't stay awake no more.



Thinking.

Thinking too much,

Or not enough.



It hurts.

It's a burden I no longer want.

And an act I’m no longer playing.

But still no one would guess.

They don't look hard enough.

And the anger builds up inside.