The wind blowing through the trees
Brings out the darkness inside of me
Winter brings storms with rain
I wish it would wash away this pain
The candle used to burn so bright
Now the flame puts up a fight
The past keeps going through my mind
Why does every one have to be so kind?
Never letting their true feelings show
When their upset let the whole world know
The happiness I have is just a mask
When I need help who do I ask?
I hear voices inside my head
Sometimes saying I wish I was dead
But the voices I hear aren’t really there
Sometimes I wonder does anyone even care
Does what I say ever offend
And how do you know when the ends the end

 
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