I could fill another ocean
with these tears I cannot shed
or I could put my plan in motion
so that I would wake up dead
but then no one would ever know
whose eyes had shed those tears
The one who turned the ice to snow
was only hiding fears

No one knows I hurt myself
No one knows I hate my life
no one knows how hard it is
each morning to awake.

They don't understand
that i can't get up
because i am weighed down
with shame, guilt, fear, and hope
Each day it gets more difficult
One of these days it'll be too hard
and that day I just won't get up
because I will be dead

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