Suicide Inside

Some suicides are never recorded
Hearts that break inside
Hidden tears that make it harder
To go on with our lives.

Everyday's an effective lie
Of what we try to be
Muddled up in a delusional world
In which we cannot see

Turning and spinning
Trying to find the right
Of this wrong we're a big part of
Of the truth we forgot.

And now we stop it all
To try and figure out
If everything's really worth
This suicide inside.

The End

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