There’s this scratching on the inside of my chest.
Hollowing my heart until there’s nothing more.
Faced with the anguish I tried hard to ignore.
It doesn’t disappear; my heart is its nest.
It brings back tears of hurt that I cannot rest.
Smiling on the surface, dying in the core.
Running from the past, I’m worst off than before.
I can’t hide from Truth because I’ve failed my test.
I shiver like the waves, why is it so cold?
Years of implosive rage are finally out.
My fear of showing pain to others is great.
But Apathy tells me to do something bold.
It tells me to continue down the wrong rout.
I’m weak, and so I follow, it is my fate.