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I want to feel happy again,
I'm tired of feeling empty.

My laugh is forced,
my smile is fake.

When they look at me,
I hide, I disappear into the shadows.

Will anyone truly see me again,
see through my walls.

I want to feel anything,
pain is all I can depend on.

Pain is familiar, pain is my friend,
I turn to pain when I feel nothing else.

I'm tired of feeling numb,
but I can't feel anything else.

I'm tired of screaming,
of cutting my arms,
but I don't feel it anymore.

As the blood drips from my arm,
I watch, empty and numb.