Slowly, silently, one after another falls.
Never does a lament leave my lips
As my heart mends itself slowly.
It beats weakly,
Blood leaking.
Not once do I utter a word.
Silent as always,
No sound comes from my being.
On the inside I may wail,
But on the outside none shall ever know.
Quietness was always attributed to me,
And hardly ever shall I break that persona.
None shall know my pain
Because in the end we are all alone.
Learn to live through your own will.
No one shall save those
Who save not themselves.
We must rely on ourselves first.