A CRY FROM WITHIN

Dying, yet smiling.
Empty, Yet full.
Broken, Yet able to love with the pieces.
Blank, Yet colorful.
Motionless, Yet I'm going a hundred miles an hour.
Falling, But I haven't hit the ground yet.

Lonely, but crowded.
Loved, but cold.
They listen to all my stories, but when am serious they turn their backs.
They care but not really.
Almost but no.
Silent tears.

Angry words.
Fake smiles.
Inside I'm dying.
I need to be caught.
But no one is there to catch me.
Help!!!
No one comes.

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