Broken Masks

See the broken masks on the tired faces,
Covering people from all different races,
The lonely ones with the frozen hearts,
The unseen actors with the unwanted parts,
The ones that see and the ones that feel,
All the things that they don't want to be real,

They sit in the corners, they hide from the light,
As the struggle and struggle with all their might,
To stop from cutting and stop from screaming,
To turn from the terrible ways they've been leaning,
To listen to help from all of their friends,
As they beg and beg for the cuts to mend,

But still they all reach for the pills and the knifes,
They reach for the nooses, the end to their lives,
They want them to leave, just go away,
So they cry and they cry, cry the fears away,
Still it doesn't help and they still don't fade,
And they sit all alone, wait for people to aid,
In their hard recovery or lonely suicide,
To help them dry all the tears that they've cried.

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