I hold in every scream, every cry for help; avoid talking about my feelings, about what’s wrong; I swallow all the pain I feel and act like everything’s okay… And you just smile and nod like it’s all fine. And I smile because I got away again, and then it hits me that it doesn’t matter what I say, I’ll be gone by time you notice the emptiness that’s eating me alive.

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