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"I'm not scared of anything"
I wish my lie was true.
I don't want help,
"I don't need anything from you"

I hate when I cry.
I hate when I'm scared.
My life is going by
I can't feel anything, anywhere.

I'm mad and depressed
I'm weak an abused.
I'm told I'm bad.
I just don't know what to do.

"I don't want your help"
But I don't want to cry.
"Leave me here"
"Just say good-bye"

"So you're gone....?"
"Good riddance" I lie
I wish I'd only cry
For just one more day