Secrets

Screaming, trying to get out From my locked heart to my mouth So dark and old That are once never told Hiting on the bloody walls Torturing my innocent soul Prisoned for so long The more they grow old, the more they become strong Burning like a fire inside my heart But still they are so dark So impatient to be free Still scared out of their home to be Should i take them to my grave? Or that will make me live like a slave Or what if i set them free? Will that make me comfortable and happy? Letting out is a lost Keeping them is the worst Can't keep them, can't make them leave How am i supposed this way to live?