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“Dead”

What happens when you feel dead inside?
Do curl up in a ball and hide?
Do you simply let the tears fall,
Or never cry at all?
Do you make some scars,
Tear some papers apart.
Look down from a cliff,
Shoulders and neck all stiff.
Do you cry out their name?
Hoping it would end, this game?
Do you think about suicide?
And then just let the thought abide,
Next to your bedside.
It sits there all night,
Watching you sleep until the morning light.