I cried last night
It's bad and deflating
But after the tears
My sorrow's abating

But after it happened
After I showed it
I felt one step closer
To sadness and permit

It's strange how the joy
Of sorrow can grow
When the coming gangrene
Of the mind can now show

I told myself things
I never spoke out
But now they're exposed
They're a frostfall of doubt.