The Grip of Pain

The grip of pain’s got a hold of my heart, And it’s squeezing tight, you see. The grip of pain’s got a hold on my life. It’s about to suffocate me. It’s not a pain, a physical pain, But the kind that you feel inside. The kind that nobody understands The kind that you try to hide. If it’s brought into the open, you’re told to forget it And get over it the well meaning say. But it’s not as easy as all of that. Your night hasn’t yet turned to day. The light in the tunnel is just another train, All ready to meet you head on. After so many trains, and so many wrecks, It’s like the sunny days are gone. If you talk to a doctor, or a psychiatrist you see. Here’s what they always do. They give you medicines, when all that is needed Is some one to listen to you. Until then, I guess, I’ll deal with the pain, The pain that I’m trying to hide. Maybe nobody knows and no one cares, Exactly how I feel inside.