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.
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