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Red Snow

I want to punch
I want to scream
I want to just yell
‘Please someone help me now!’

But no
I am forced to remain silent
No one will understand my pain
No one can know
That the sun was really red snow

I look happy on the outside
Just what they think
But look inside
And then they’ll split

No one can help me
There’s no use to scream
I want help, I do
But there something inside me
Something that’s sharp, something that stings

My sun turns into snow
As my razor cuts deeper in
My silence digs deeper, my voice growing thin
This is the way life is, when you worship the sin
Written by Sheltered_Girl (Wandering_Soul)
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