What's holding them back from being who they are
They claim that not much has changed over the past few years
Or since most of their friends have passed away
Only recently they have realized, almost unrecognizable
Where are you? The one who was there for everyone,
Spoke first when things were too quiet
Made friends with as much people as possible
Going in circles, wondering what they're doing wrong
In all honesty I see them as a coward, someone who's lost
No goal ahead of them
Living off of the terror that they give themselves
Self harm is not always a physical thing you can see or feel
Sometimes it's invisible, or at least without scars
Becomes physically visible when it has taken a toll on them
You see it, they see it, but the door is closed
They continue to not change
The end of the tunnel does not look too pretty
Only cracked bones sticking out of the dirt are visible
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