I'm hurting and it feels no one cares.
Saying things but no one wants
To read hear those words.
No one wants to stop the party.
Even if the party is just for one.
It will be okay,
Just get to bed before the sun.
I'm holding my wound,
Showing how deep it is.
But it seems I'm alone.
Running away from the hurt and pain.
When you honest
Your invites to parties disappear.
No one wants to stop dancing,
Or face reality or truth.
So the scars you have are too much,
To see,
So they don't want to look.
A open book.
This party isn't helping me.
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