Unshared thoughts
Unspoken words.
Unsheded tears
And silent screams.
In our sleeps we fly
And in our lives we cry
But they don't know
About those wounds.
Someone cares,
You're aware
But you're scared
So you don't dare.
When will it be that time?
When you're just hip and bones
Or when you're long gone?
Shortly we will know.
Strong and rustic is that skin
It'll keep you hanging there
But the horror will come
And you’ll hear their screams.
