• Sitting still
    Darkness presses down
    Living till
    My breath makes no sound.

    The pressure takes
    My sound away,
    Not knowing the stakes
    Of another day.

    The pressure of sorrow
    Buries me deep.
    The sadness of tomorrow,
    Is a secret we must keep.

    Sorrow is an exclusive place.
    Not everyone can get in.
    Smiles are enemies in icy lace.
    Laughter here comes to an end.

    A sea of sorrow
    washes into my eyes.
    But tomorrow,
    Shall I be looking at your lies?

    Your lies press down
    On me like no friend,
    Taking my soundless sorrow
    Until the end.