The rain

My silence echo's louder than screams from hell.
I feel trapped like chains with things I wish I could tell.
Unwilling to be the bearer of pain I keep my secrets locked inside.
I would rather die like a man, than to live a coward's life.
Consumed by things I can not say.
I isolate myself, trying to break my chains.
There is much I wish I could change.
Yet I know I can't, for one can not stop the rain.
I am tormented by things I wish to say aloud.
I fear the reactions of such words, these are unfamiliar grounds.
I cower and stay quite, to never speak a word.
I keep it to myself, confiding in no one on this earth.
The one person I want to tell is the one person I know I can't.
I fill tied down by my emotions, forced to leave it all to chance.
I dare not make a move, as things never go as planed.
I am stuck in the game, with another loosing hand.
I wish to break free from such a lonely state.
These feelings of hopelessness threaten never to abate.
The unsaid words leave my mouth with a bitter taste.
But what can I do except say 'F#ck it, bring on the rain.'