You wait all day for night to come,
Certain that the dark will disguise
The things that you’ve done.
But the splashes of light
Are all that it takes
To show that inside, you’re not alright.
A brain wired wrong.
It became obvious to all
As the years dragged on.
We thought it was our burden to share,
But that slipped away
When we realized you simply don’t care.
Drugs and hospital stays
Piled up with no change.
Remorseless stares all along the way.
We hold out for hope in all that we do.
But will that really mean
That you feel it too?
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