You could write a novel
About the feelings I contain
Though you wouldnt sell a single book
Because you all feel the same
It is the hidden things that kill us
The feelings we hide away
It is the things that cant be written
The things we could never say
No one wants it written
To read the feelings there
Deep within our dying souls
You think they would never care
We all have those secrets
That marks our skin in scars
They keep us alive, and kill us
Till our eyes are dim, no longer bright stars…











