No One Knows

No one knows, I’ve not let them in. I wouldn’t know how to start, or where to begin. How do you tell someone that it may be the end? And who do you tell, one who’s been a friend? No one knows I’ve told not a soul. My secret is as black as midnight coal. Though it’s not a good thing, and it I’d love to be rid, I can’t toss away my being – my id. No one knows of the hate I possess. Nor of the loneliness that I often caress. Nor of the fact, that I’ve made up my mind, to put an end to my misery, and pray that it’s peace I finally find.