Like a bruise it stays with me,
Locked inside me without a key,

Each day I live, the pain consumes me,
The wounds on my body never bleed,

My sorrows which the world knows not,
Masking the suffering, feelings of hurt I fought,

Not wanting to sleep, fearing the nightmares,
Thinking if I would ever be able to fit,

Everything feels so insidious in this blackness,
It is impossible to ever see the end of it.
~Inara