They notice the well hidden sorrow from someone new,
While my bleeding wound is left ignored.
My tearing eyes bulge in bloody webs,
but all they see is the smile on my face.
My body weakens and falls like a withered flower,
Still they don't see me dropping, breaking like a dusty platter.
I need someone.
For so long, I need someone to notice my sadness and cure this madness I go through everyday.
Maybe just a word; a simple hello.
-LovableConundrum
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Perhaps, maybe when I'm gone, they'll notice my wounds,
and of how they've morphed into scars.
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