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Mindless Games
Falling promises and shooting stars
I had really hoped I wouldn't break this far.
The grass may be green
But at this point, it does not make my heart ring.
Joy makes its way throughout the town
But sadness is doing its job to make me drown.
I look at the sun and look for brightness,
But all I can see is sorrow and feel my throat breathing in tightness.
My heart is beating near my torn vocal cords and broken lungs
And I just realized the phone hasn't rung.
Because nobody cares and nobody sees
What I am truly hiding behind my breaking knees.
I'm falling apart and I don't know why.
All my friends think I'm just being shy.
They don't know I don't want to talk
because then I'll have to get out of bed and walk.
My muscles are in pain when I look at the clock
Because I realize that time is something I can't throw off a dock.
I wish it would rain so my tears didn't seem insane
But then I remember I can't cry because I have to play this silly game.
This game isn't fun.
I want it to stop.
But it won't for it's in sync with the clock.
I have to wear a mask so that nobody sees what I'm truly hiding under my bed that is taking over inside my head.

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