People think I'm alright,
Happy and safe...
But I'm not ok,
I hade the way I feel,
Covered up by a mask,
If only you could see,
That when I go home,
I let my saddness and grief flow,
Only to be heard by no-one,
But let myself cry out until I go to sleep,
The tears of saddness,
Flow without a doubt,
You can oonly guess,
How many tears have flown,
The life in me is pointless,
It is Frozen solid,
Freezing cold like I am inside
Nobody knows the truth within,
The fact that I am full of hate,
As well as the agony caused by my past,
Weeping tears within my soul,
No-one is aware of this,
Except the empty hole,
Within my heart.

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