Deepest pain is the one in secret,
a smile covering up a hurt.
One can seem so happy,
he seems fulfilled. But alas; just pieces.

The greatest pain,
the one they don't know.
Agony is a song,
sung by my heart in secret.
Which sounds like the blues
pouring out of my soul.

The last struggle felt,
is extreme pain in the nights
Hiding behind the lights of day.
We're all broken sometimes,
but we love to say, "we're okay".

Really why I love to suffer alone
isn't me being selfish with my pain.
When you grew up being told to be a man
crying in secret is all you know.

I'm best to be silent,
crying tender whispers of pain.
These tears will remain pouring down,
forcing me to stop being quiet.
For after the cloudy weather comes the
sun after the rain.

So goodbye to the agony,
and it's secrets.
I break down to be rebuilt from broken pieces.