Empty words flail about in my brain
Chasing in and our the meaning the same
I feel as a half not as a while
It feels I am missing part of my soul
Not quite torn out but neither is it there
Try to smile and pretend that I am ok
Say the right words so that it looks that way
Dry eyes to the world wet behind my door
Heart wrenching sobs that shake to my core
Not quite torn out but neither is it there
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