Tear Left Unshed

And I never saw The things I dreamed of The things I never said Never weakened to the beckoning claw And in turn I bled My hopes out into the mortal world As pandora did in her Jar, which lay in fear, curled. To ever say was a flaw An imperfection, a weakness. And so I lived on in hate Yet was it true? Because a sore Mind feels love, warmth, and I could never sate The voice inside my head Telling me to jump. Growing weary at a journey end Is like a nail in the head Unchangable, but you can not Remove it. You can accept,befriend The constant pain, or make your bed And lie in it, denying, supplying the hurt to clot Like a cut to the heart. And I sleep restlessly, because.