All I do is keep it bottled inside.
And I know it isn't healthy to scream to myself in the mirror at 2:00 in the morning.
Or write unfinished letters that find their home in the trash.
But what else can I do.
Tell them? No, no. That'd be silly.
Telling them would surely kill me faster than me just keeping quiet.
No, no. Although it's not safe I'll keep it inside.
Until the day I die.
