Short
I cry everyday, yeah I cry all the time
so much that my tears,
that have all gone dry
No one seems to notice
no one seems to care
They all just close their eyes
and start to ignore the fact
that we are all just broken
They are „asking are you okay ?"
I am getting sick of telling them ...
Im fine
And my smile .... my smile is fading
I am sick of trying to be enough
Just letting it fall is the easiest way to go
What would happen if I would disappear?
-spacy
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