When life is pain, it's all too real,
Nothing can mask the way I feel.
All or non, continues unrelenting,
Singing it's own wretched song.

Heart ache changes, even the highest mind,
Refining their emotions, who they were, left behind.
The world passes on, unaware of the sadness I feel.
I don't want to share, that'll make it real.

Crying hurts, I find it weak.
Silence festers, I cannot speak.
Even in stone, my heart still beats,
My thoughts won't silence nor deplete.

I long to heal,
But dread to feel.
Wish to hold, the spirit of my dead.
Knowing it's not possible, fills me with dread.