Get Better

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I stand alone in a crowded room, I stare at the ground and shake, tears stream down my face, and my heart is ready to break.

"What's wrong with me?" I ask myself, I look around the room for help, but no one hears me screaming, I plead and cry, but only on the inside.

My head is in the clouds and I can't come down, but these clouds fog my head, these clouds are dark and gray and all it does is rain.

I can't seem to find myself no matter how hard I search, the people I'm around I only bring them down, so don't get too close it will hurt, I don't mean to do it but I put people through it, I can't seem to come around.

Maybe one day I'll get it together, maybe one day I'll get better

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