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prove to me that your happy,
prove to me your fine,
you cant hide it with smiles neither with your laughter.
what can be done to fill those sadness,
what can be done to change such gloom.
what have i done to made such eyes,
what have i done to store such pain,
what bitterness had it endured,
what caused to have such sad eyes?

a pain i cannot elude once it starts to hurt,
awkward moments has no time on its own,
once it has hit you, you’ll die  of suffering.
feeling helpless inside of you,
hard to breathe,
vulnerable,
then yoursick

empty at the end of the day
whats the use of waking up?
a hit hard to stand
a fact, inevitable..
you’ll feel weak
incapable,
worthless,
useless.