Pain.

Whatever is within me,
Shall die with me.

Of secrets that walls will keep;
Of hurts that run too deep;

My smile is but a guise
To keep the truth from prying eyes.

You think I'm happy, but no I'm not.
Parched is that which Time forgot.

Bitter crumples and endless woes,
Of what and why, nobody knows.

Silence persists for fear of scorn.
Alone, I grapple though wretched and torn.

The choice I made was a mistake.
Through days, months and years I'd rake.

Garnering nought in mimicry,
I struggle for the day I'd be free.

Come, the final breath of Life,
And end what lies beneath of strife.