Reckless
If I tell you the story of where am coming from
You won't believe me
If I tell you the tears and silent whispers my room, bed and pillows has and is still encountering
You will not believe me
The pain of dejection
Agony of being left
The sorrow that no one knows about
If I tell you everything is fine
That you will believe
We never want to be there for the pain
Am suicidal
And every one looks on
Finding fault
Pointing fingers
Am a failure
Not a single face of comfort
My friend here is disassociation
Tears on your face can hardly be identified
As the mask is glued to an unidentified face
Who are we
Look beyond the scare
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