Le Cygne

Take It To The Grave

Each of us hides a secret,

One thing that will remain

With you and you

Alone.

You dare not share it even

With those you entrust

Your heart to fully.

It makes you feel

Less human,

Less pure,

Less loved,

Less real...

And even if you bury it

Deep, deep down within

Yourself and shut it

In a cardboard box

To never be touched again,

It comes back.

It eats at your soul

And rips at your heart

From within that box,

Peeks out from the

The handhold cut-outs

And paws at the thin walls that

Feebly try to hold it in.

It hurts to be alone with this

Secret, this painful little beast of

A memory that

You can't bring yourself

To tell about,

And even when you do

It's half-truths and white lies

Because if they knew it all,

If they saw everything,

You're not sure you could face them again.

You couldn't bare the thought of seeing

Disgust or whats more pity

In their eyes.

And so you keep it to yourself,

You cry only when

The rest of the world sleeps,

You break only when

There's no one to question why

And try to pick up your pieces.

Of course it hurts like hell,

It kills you to be alone with this,

But you do it anyway

Because you don't know what else to do.

From time to time,

You near the edge of oblivion

With the painful, fleeting

Image your mind stirs up

Of what you've hidden away

But you pull yourself together

Like you always have,

Wipe away your tears,

Pick your pieces back up again,

Because you won't let anyone

Else do it for you and

You won't let this beat you.

You won't let this take your life.

What they did to you can't hurt you;

Not now.

Not ever.

Retaliation upon yourself will

Solve nothing.

The best thing you can do now

To remind them of what they've done

Every single time they see your face

Is to live,

To use each breath

For showing them that even after

All that they've put you through

You're still here and still fighting.