sometimes i like to pretend people care about me
sometimes i like to pretend everything is okay
sometimes i like to pretend i'm not breaking down
sometimes i like to pretend i'm not screaming and crying on the inside
sometimes i like to pretend that people would notice if i took a blade to my wrist
sometimes i like to pretend that people would notice if i took one too many pills
but the truth is they wouldn't notice
but the truth is i've already done it
but the truth is no one noticed
but the truth is i am breaking down
but the truth is i'm cracking from the stress and the loneliness
but the truth is i just want it all to end
but the truth is i'm screaming and no one hears
but the truth is i'm crying and no one sees
but the truth is that to everyone else, i don't exist
so why do i have to continue to physically exist
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