• Holding things I didn’t care,
    Wishing things I shouldn’t dare.
    Saying things that were not true,
    It’s just me lying for you.

    Caring for things I should not hold,
    Daring for me to change your mold.
    Truthful though it hurt inside,
    Unmindful of my bleeding pride.

    Held against beyond my reach,
    Molding soul dead to me.
    Inside, Outside, all around:
    PROUD to die--without a sound.