He hides
Behind
Locked doors
Fake smiles
He conceals
His pain
His rage
Inside
She runs
From her troubles
By spilling
All her blood
Reopen wounds
Make new scars
She doesn't care
Her life is over
He's tired
And despairs
All hope is
Forgotten
He ties a noose
Grabs a chair
Guess what
He does
She sits in
A corner
Her eyes are
Bloodshot
Wide open
Deprived of sleep
Her screams
Echo
In her mind
He breathes in
And breathes out
Envisions
All the blood
Grabs the gun
And pulls the trigger
And yet we all go on
With our lives
Like nothing's wrong
Even though some die
What have we become?
Tell me
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