Deep within my soul I know I'm nearly ready to explode.
All this stuff I keep bottled up inside
hidden In the depths of my cold,
Numb body, is rotting my core.
It's taking me with it to a world of grief,
A world of despair,
Where people live in fear of themselves
Hiding in dark places,
Wallowing in their shame
Unable to Shed a single tear,
Or share their pain.
What else am I to do?
