Every-time you lay beside me,

Whilst you go to sleep I cry.

That feeling runs though me, 

again I want to die.

It’s no thought that I can help,

For it comes and goes again.

Some kind of bipolar bullshit,

Uninvited, I don’t know when. 

Now I know you mean no harm,

But I’m soft inside not hard.

Pretend that it does not hurt,

I promise it’s a facade.

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