Misery is setting in,
It fits me like a second skin.
Hurts me outside and in,
Holds in the pain,
contains it inside,
all this sadness,
I strive to hide.
Remembering the times I've hid and cried,
Holding back what I feel inside.
Hoping it will bury itself deep down,
Striving to rid myself of the pain and sorrow I feel within...