You Don't Know
By Black Sheep
You don't know why she wears long sleeves in warm weather. You don't know what she writes on those papers hidden in her closet. You don't know the pain she is going through, you don't know how sad she is, and you don't know about the thoughts in her mind.
You don't know about the abraisins on his neck. You don't know about the things they call him. You don't know why he wants to die.
You just send them to therapy and drug them up but you don't know about the never-ending ongoing pain.
You don't know about the tear stains on there pillows.
You don't know about the sadness they mask so you don't have to worry.
You don't know about the lies and the fake smiles.
You don't know about them, you never even bother to ask.
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