The hurting souls stay silent and smile with their eyes

Their hearts are wrenched with sorrow as their minds replay the lies

Each and every time I think of things a part of me just dies

Every day I think of giving up but I think about the prize

I keep everything bottled right but much to my demise

I read between the lines but I don’t like what it implies

I’m sorry, but I have to go. I know you hate good byes.

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