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The rain falls down, Like the tears in your eyes.
Alone and forgotten, and hopeing to die.
Wanting to scream, instead holds it inside.
So they assume that your fine.
But your not okay, and it's not alright.
They'll never know, How you're dying each day.
Day by Day, Piece bye Piece.
You're falling apart, and you can't get to sleep.
So you slice up your arms, to hide them from your pain.
Your suicide is endless, and so is your shame.
The bleeding may stop, but those scars will remain.
And when it's over, they wont even remember your name.