He goes about his day to day and does his duties to perfection,
He cries alone and works his way through fears and self rejection.
No one knows this man is carrying around such grief,
If they only saw a glimpse of things they'd sigh in disbelief.
He seems to be so perfect not one single flaw,
Everyone looks at him with envy If they only knew it all.
His heart aches with loneliness and his tears disguised with pride,
Why does he care what they think its becoming too much for him to hide.
He sits at home and pours his heart out to a woman that doesn't really care,
She never hears a word he says she looks right through him as if he’s not really there.
He is running out of friends to confide in and family's gone astray,
Alone and broken hearted, he slits his wrists and slowly fades away.




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