They have told you

They have told you 

to ignore it 

They have told you

it's "just a phase" 

They have told you 

to move on 

They have told you 

there are people who have it worse 

But

who is going to tell 

the dark thoughts that evade your mind 

To let you go 

But

who is going to tell 

the numb and empty feeling that clings to you

everyday and every morning 

To move on 

But

who is going to tell 

the bittersweet voices 

To stop caressing your broken soul with the hurtful truth 

But

who is going to show you the light

when you've spent so much time in the dark

Who is going to hear your cries

when you mask your pain with that fake smile and dead eyes

Tell me who

Who will listen

 

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