His hands are battered and torn, calloused and worn... For every day he makes sure he is worth his pay... his hands are battered and torn, calloused and worn,he has been like that since the day be was born.

Forever torn, no real reason. Repeating, repeating, repeating, the fault of non.
Sunshine hidden behind, tears abundant. Numbness, can't breath, out of fear of seeing.
New day, unfamiliar, feels cold, unwanted. Take the unanswered questions, hide them, push those thoughts far away, never to be seen again.
Surroundings are not at all what they seem. Past was not the past.
What once was thought to be love, was hope, when hope thought , there was fear.
Seeing, knowing, have no beginning , no ending. The heart-wrenching sadness, is all around, air being taken away.
The path is opened, the shaky thoughts are now reality, and strong. Running, truly able to breath.

When you look into my eyes can see what is missing? Have you touched my heart to feel the burning heat of my sadness? Have you flown inside of  my lungs to see the quivering intake of air? Have you walked in my shoes knowing there is no one there to find me?

The pain I hide
It's real ...it's part of me as my finger to my hand
I can't see
I can't hear
I'm under construction unable to speak
The Pain...shhhh no one can know... shhhh it will bring down a avalanche of more devastation
Fear ... knowing I'm melting inside crashing waves of fear...  I need to conceal this pain shhhh...
Heart aches... mind hurts...  to breathe as if in deepest of the  oceans...The Pain... my own to keep... My own to feel ... mine alone for fear of sadness all abound ... Pushing ... Shaking...
screaming... crying... Not me ... Not me... The Pain