What's so bad about the truth I can not tell
Things locked up in my past slightly worst than hell
Afraid to give them voice, let them from their cage
A battle of silence, silently I wage
Spiralling downward I fall into this void
Truth the only help the one thing I avoid
To speak out now surely would not be the best
But my troubled soul silently calls for rest
A quiet plea but not one to be ignored
If only I could voice what it is I've stored
But sadly I know that it is not to be
The surcease I wish for will not come to me
Perhaps the truth I will carry to my grave
Hitting bottom reach a road that's yet unpaved
But now in this void I still constantly float
Watching happy faces laughing as they gloat.