I Still Keep It Inside

It hurts.

I feel it all the time.

The pain.

Heart-break.

Mind-fucked.

I let it kill me from the inside.

Let it ember and slowly burn its way out.

I can keep a faux facade.

I can keep a secret.

I'll keep it from you and leave you clueless.

You don't care anyway.

You constantly add to the irritated, raw wound where my heart once was.

Nothing inside me lives

Except

The pain.

Not just alive, but echoing, spreading its poison.

Hardened expression.

Gut wrenching stares.

Soul shattering excerpts, (echoes of)

escape through my tense, persed lips.

I am keeping a dangerous secret.

Destructive.

Inside

And some day, any day,

you'll figure it out.

Maybe.

But, it'll definitely be too late

to help me.

Did you really think that YOU could fix me?