Cries


They tell you it's okay,
They tell you it's fine,
But in reality,
It's all just a lie.
They crush you,
Break you,
Mess with you,
Defeat you.
You are stressed,
Depressed,
And overly
Messed.
You are hurt,
Distraught,
Pummeled by your
Thoughts,
Excluded,
Hurt,
Maybe one day
You will be heard.

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