I write what I can't say
I weep for these lost emotions
These voiceless, unclaimed soldiers that go to battle every day
Only to lose their lives spilling out onto my cheeks
So many casualties have been laid to rest upon my pillowcase
What should bring my head solace is now a graveyard for abandoned feelings
I sit up and work over and over in my mind
Is there any logicto it all?
For that to truly exist emotion would need to cease
I struggle with the war that's continuing inside me as we speak
Defined by impulsions, confined