Birds of the night don’t cry
In the worst case scenario their smile is a lie
They get stronger with every let down
Often, after too many it doesn’t even make them frown
they just push it down
Deeper down
Like it doesn’t exist
As if the broken heart is an easy fix
That’s how they grow stronger
And learn to hold their breath longer
Some of us will survive this way of life
To others it becomes the sharp end of a knife
To finish off yourself or cut out what huts the most
That’s when birds of the night turn into ghosts

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