The things I've seen.
That wasn't my hurt,
But I felt the sting.
Carried that fear,
Turned it into anxiety
That wasn't my own.
Wasn't safe even in
What I called home.
We fuked up,
Scared to talk.
Which made the scars
Dark and long.
And things that
You shouldn't carry alone.
You can't dance it off,
Or drink the pain away.
Smacking out is sweet
But you got to face it
On Sunday.
The burden grows heavy.
The weight hurts those
That love you.
Because if you can't say what's wrong,
Then no one can help.
The feelings never leave,
And the words are so heavy.
Your mouth drys as you try
But play it off again.
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