Their minds are troubled,
Their hearts are sore,
Their eyes are damp,
But they've cried before
They're used to the feeling,
of choked up breathing,
As they stare at the cracks of a familiar ceiling
A familliar pillow,
dampened with tears,
Tears which hold their darkest secrets and fears
A familiar room,
Lonely and cold,
The only place where their feelings unfold
