Secrets To Be Told

Seven days have gone by since I last saw you

Even though you said we would never meet again

Crying helplessly on my bed

Regretting not telling my secret so deep

Evolving into a worse person than I already am

Testing strength by resisting help

Singing dark songs of pain and death

Tearing eyes come quickly

Overlapping my sense of thought of good times

Because of these things I can't

Eat, sleep, or work

To powerless to reach for help

Over days of no sleep and no food I've

Lost my sense of pride

Due to my lack of recovery I have fallen apart