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There are things that will happen in our life, but no one knows about it
We don’t know, whether it is safe to tell them all, or whether to trust
There are things that some or most of our friends are mainly aware
But for even that, they have to be someone who is so close to us
What can we say to avoid the pain, of those we hold inside us?
Some of these are those that may deeply scar and wound us
I am close to being dead now, close to saying goodbye too
I won’t ever get a chance to say, like this now, Goodbye
No, I can’t live. It’s killing me inside, piercing through
How can I smile? How can I laugh? How can I live?
I can only do anything, after putting up a mask
Some of the things in heart, is still left unsaid
That is dwelling deep inside our own soul
Causing more pain than the knife aside
Killing us inch by inch, eating us whole
Making us sometimes to open it all
And tell everyone what it all is
And get relief from the pain
But, I do fear, to tell them
Will you hold me close?
Or you’ll disclose it
To everyone that
You meet & see
So should I lie
It does hurt
Secrets
It kills
Yes
