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Silence, creeps quietly into my room,

violence against myself friends think will be my doom,

could be soon that i run my worth,

all i can hope is it doesn't hurt,

time heals but these scars start,

to tear all the friendship we had apart,

a simple request can no longer be asked, hug me,

and there is no one to blame but me,

if only you were hurt too i'd get by,

if only you gave a better excuse, nice try,

we all change, but behavior rarely does,

i only felt clean hanging around your suds,

now with my buds they see my pain,

all wonder exactly what's going on in my brain,

"something to gain from every little or big hurt",

for once i wished that statement actually worked.