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You tell everyone
You’re better
Because you so deeply
Wish you were.
But you’re not
And it hurts
That they don’t recognise
The Nothingness
That fake smiles
Can’t quite hide.
They should know
By now
That you say
‘I’m fine’
When you’re falling apart
And people should care
Without promise of paychecks
And you deserve
To be heard
And you need
To be heard.
Do not live a lie
And die for it.
Speak up.
They will hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you.