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There are days when I want to scream and cry but yet, nothing comes out of my mouth While I lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling I wished if I was comforted by the starry night There are days when I want to spill my feelings but then I ask myself, do they actually care? Would they cry with me in my sadness? Would they tell me that everything will be alright? Would they come and see me when I'm sick? Or would they only visit me when I'm dead? I twist and turn in my bed— My mind filled with despair, my eyes red from sobbing, my throat choking and burning, my heart pounding over and over, and my body sore and cold I wished if there was a medicine to heal an aching soul Oh, how much I hate my life at times and how much I think life will never get better But there's this ray of hope inside of me, which tells me that without sorrow, happiness will lose its meaning With that hope inside of me, I move on, I move on and on and on— From dusk till dawn From darkness to light From black to white While never forgetting that grey exists
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 2:29 AM UTC
Unseen Pain
There are days when I want to scream and cry but yet, nothing comes out of my mouth While I lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling I wished if I was comforted by the starry night There are days when I want to spill my feelings but then I ask myself, do they actually care? Would they cry with me in my sadness? Would they tell me that everything will be alright? Would they come and see me when I'm sick? Or would they only visit me when I'm dead? I twist and turn in my bed— My mind filled with despair, my eyes red from sobbing, my throat choking and burning, my heart pounding over and over, and my body sore and cold I wished if there was a medicine to heal an aching soul Oh, how much I hate my life at times and how much I think life will never get better But there's this ray of hope inside of me, which tells me that without sorrow, happiness will lose its meaning With that hope inside of me, I move on, I move on and on and on— From dusk till dawn From darkness to light From black to white While never forgetting that grey exists
Krish_E_S
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 2:29 AM UTC
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