• i can't cry..
    no, i refuse..
    but i can die..
    now that, i'll choose..

    this fading heart..
    is bleeding dry..
    as i refuse..
    refuse to cry..

    put on my mask..
    hold back my tears..
    pretend to be happy..
    bottle my fears..

    i tell myself..
    i really try..
    to believe i'm okay..
    but i know it's a lie..

    i just can't think..
    my mind is racing..
    every though-full..
    ever pacing..

    between the thoughts..
    of then and now..
    i guess i'll make it through..
    but how..?

    well, atleast..
    it's nothing new..
    this scared up heart..
    from all the pain, i've been through..

    and now a tear..
    that does escape..
    the only one..
    these eyes will make..

    cast it away..
    yet hold it dear..
    for very rarely..
    do these eyes shed a tear..

    this memory serves..
    as another scared mark..
    to add to the collection..
    of my heart, in the dark..

    ~j.a.~