17 May 2012
The surface I wear is torn.
My thoughts they seem to leek.
Now you've seen my insides,
I know you see me as weak.
But if I was to explain why,
Well then you'd never understand.
These things can only be experienced,
Or seen first hand.
So don't pressure me too tell you.
Don't even ask me. So,
I'll just sew these ripples back up,
Until all the pain goes.
Torn • Opuss № I