IN PAIN

Sometimes I wish I'm made out of glass.

That everything, every single thing inside of me

is not a secret to anyone

That every thoughts, every problem, everything I wish I could say out loud

is out there, for EVERYONE in this whole world to see

So everyone, and you, especially, knows what's inside of me

Know how much I am in pain right now

Because this thing here, inside,

is too much for me to handle

and too much to be said in words..

That I can go on till forever..

But right now I'll just cry.

Because unfortunately, I'm not made out of glass..