My thoughts need a voice
I just gotta make a choice
What should be said
And what should I keep in my head?

Pain is an experience I understand all too well
From the sting of winter to the inferno of Hell
The screams of torture you would never have heard
Because they stayed inside my head and stopped being words

They were in my throat but never left my mouth
Instead they turned tail and headed down south
They went into my heart, into my very soul
Took all the warmth from my body and turned it cold

Well-disposed warmth to others, unavailable to myself
That's when I started pretending to be someone else
So I convinced myself that love was all around
But in reality I had none for me and when I came to...

I hit the ground

Face first
In the dirt
Full of hurt

And I finally cried out