The tragic part.
"...my words don't seem to be broken
but hiding secrets only deaf can hear
Covering all the feelings
which my body cannot bear
buried down the endless line
hoovered under life itself
beak my shoulders crack by crack
pretending I'm someone else
A kamouflage to all the lies
my words do rest a while
One alone and empty soul
and here I stand and smile
Laughing by all the tragic things
my shadow scream 'shut up'
pill by pill come down my throat
waiting for some luck
tears would fall if you knew
they'd crash to build a sea
in my bubble its hard to breath
even more - to say 'help me'..."
/Anonymous
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