Silence means everything,
But no one else can see,
Only you know what it means,
Because you hide it from everyone.

You hide the truth about your life.
Hide your scars with long sleeve shirts.
Tears start to fall down your face,
And you just wipe them away.

You smile like your okay,
And laugh like your not hurt,
Walk around with your head up high,
Just hoping no one will notice its a lie.

You pray everyday that you will die,
Because this world is too much for you to take,
You turn on a sad song,
And cry yourself to sleep.

Everyone has got his or her realm full of darkness and sorrow, where one hardly comes across anyone in the same boat, since there is no such an identical boat! But I understand it without no aid of your telling me, I just know about it since I have had an eye on the world, and I perceive it, concenive it, and reflect on it; nothing can be hidden from my eye til one day I do realise that I hide everything from myself, as followed, I am defeated by myself and betrayed by myself. So clear to me, but never be so about my own things! I wonder if I have meaningfully lived for myself?

I have attempted to be fully engaged in experiencing them, the more, the worse, am I collecting something or verifying the pre-settled thoughts!