Lies on a silver platter

For a month, I was fed

Lies on a silver platter.

Can't help but scream inside my head

When they ask me, "What's the matter?"

Every "I love you" that she said

Never meant, wish I was dead

Sounds of grief fill the silence

Some tears are better left unshed

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