Choking on the tears,
Drowning in my fears
Consumed by the Pain
I had made.
...
Settle down on the wooden chair,
Consumed with all my fears.
It's time that I prepare,
To cry without the tears.
...
Silent Pain
Choking on the tears,
Drowning in my fears
Consumed by the Pain
I had made.
Yelling out my silent screams,
Still haunting me within my dreams
Possessed by the Pain
I had made.
Closing all the doors,
Trying to heal the sores
Obsessed with the Pain
I had made.
No-one to understand my misery,
They keep telling of my bravery
Hurt by the Pain
I had made.