The words in my head

that often go unsaid

are things of pain

and heartbreak

while inside my brain

I hide and quake

in my skin

the thing I hide within

is my truth

the beautiful sin

a cancer spreading to youth

who cannot realize the pain they will soon be in.

I see

but I cannot feel even a tiny

brush of a feather

hoping to tickle my skin

the thing I keep having to sew back together

as the pain blossoms and spreads

and if this continues, soon I will be dead

but I will not die

I cannot lie

it hurts enough

but when you want to leave

you have to be tough

and learn how to grieve

even when you feel you're not enough.

The words I hide

inside my brain

used to be where love would abide

concealing my pain

but now I live where pain resides

and now my eyes

are blinded

I cannot see

I would not have minded

but she

is too beautiful.

I have to see those eyes

that are the stormy colour of wool

she has become wise

and won't look at me

anymore

I cannot see

and I implore

her to help me

find my sight

keep me company

and hold me tight.