Pain.
Everything hurts.
Life is miserable and everything falls apart.
Nothing feels right but the pain only grows.
All emotions and feelings concealed
With fake emotions and feelings coming through.
But what’s there to hide?
Feelings? Emotions? Regret?
What is there to hide?
Secrets are best kept private
And not public.
But nobody cares.
Feelings are like glasses,
And once broken,
They’re hard to repair.
Broken. Broken. Broken.
Hurt is guilt.
Pain is solid.
But what’s there to hide?
What is there to hide?
