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The Process

Today is the end
today's all that's left
it's the end of this place
time to move on

ready for the world
scared but prepared
the loud rooms and spaces
that exist outside

no more silence
no more lines
no more space
during difficult times

the people won't get me
they'll judge me and talk
but maybe they won't
cause the crazy and pain is all gone

I've still got work to do
but i'm back in control
my eyes don't scream pain
to the people who knew

to people who can see
the screams behind my smile
who know it's the fake me
that seems in denial

now, i knew i was hurt
and i knew i had tears
that might swell and explode
when the happy thoughts cleared

but the help that i begged for
put me on a list
a hopeless few weeks
just to get fixed

they're just as crazy as me
and the stories we share
are the ones that cut deep
though everyone cares

and around three o'clock
i turn the steering wheel right
with a sincere full smile
that lasts through the night

before, when dusk set in
so did the pain
when the sky cried those stars
my eyes dripped salty rain

but now in the dark
when exhaustion arrives
i want to stay up
defying my eyes

the stars in the sky
don't seem like tears
now they remind me
there's a world beyond here



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