There are things unsaid undone,
Powerful as my thoughts are
As I pen it down
Hiding the pain, hiding my scars
Scars you left me with 
Soul drained from cries, 
Mysteries to read of mourn 
Emotions to deal with
I don't want to come out there, 
In the world where pain is weakness, 
Am ready to cry in bed
With my pillow with my leakness.

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