Tiny Fronts With A Big Background

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If my wound will seal ,
If my heart will heal ,
If my pain would go away ,
If my night would have a brighter day.
I try ,
But everytime I seem to cry ,
I wonder why ,
But slowly I running dry ,
My glossy eyes ,
My lies and smiles ,
My drowning heart ,
And my body they have ripped apart.
A dad no one sees ,
I wouldn't recognize him on these streets ,
My name is a disgrace ,
My sleeves are a disguise ,
Laughter and chatter ,
Sometimes I wonder if I'm mad hatter ,
They come and get a piece ,
And forget I was ever alive ,
I got a bruise ,
But it all gets worse ,
For school I find as a curse ,
But my life is a course.
I rest my head ,
On pillows that are soaked instead ,
Tears running down my cheeks ,
A wrist that bleeds through the seams ,
They'll never listen ,
Yet they want me to glisten ,
I'm on my knees an answer ,
From a prayer ,
I want indeed....