There are heavy words inside me that papers can't hold.
My thoughts are muddled; ears will wince if they are told.

I've become rage; love to hate peace.
1 am grief, my pain has been polished to slit my wrist.

In darkness i dwell, where my regret hunts me
The light i desire but all hope seems to sink
Yet, in the depth of despair, a spark i feel A yearning to heal.