I'm buried inside of my thoughts.
I have a dark secret
hidden deep inside my thoughts.
Close, very close to telling it.
The urge to tell someone with trust.
Should I spill it?
I shouldn't,
then what would be the point of it being a secret?
A horrifying secret,
to keep a secret.
Locked inside,
to never be revealed to anyone
but if trusted.
Secrets are suppose to be discrete.
They're secrets,
that are to stay secrets,
to stay very discrete.
Once told,
ruined the trust.
They will tell.
To tell is to never be forgiven,
trusted.
They have told your deepest,
darkest secret.
Never trust,
but forgive.