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Getting Better

No on sees me cry anymore, I only cry alone.
 
No one knows I'm sad anymore, I'm only sad when there's no one home.
 
No one sees any cuts anymore, I cut where they can't be seen.
 
No one hears of the voice anymore, when he talks I stay serene.
 
No one knows I crave death anymore, I never say so out loud.
 
No one knows I'm depressed anymore, so I'm getting better now.