The pain a soul can carry;
It’s not measured, can’t be-
We just trudge forth, dragging.
Nobody knows, it’s bottled inside;
Even if they do, they won’t understand;
The cries of the heart,
The sorrow it hides-
It gets heavy, nobody knows;
We get weary, they still don’t know;
It hurts…it bleeds
The heart weakens-
Still nobody knows.
They couldn’t, could they?
In silence, we bear the pain;
we think they won’t understand,
‘We think’- our tragic flaw.
In the end, still… Nobody knows
We leave believing- nobody can.