Fighting under the night again

To be heard or to never be seen

Another dance with the enemy inside

Lock you out and never feel again

Grinding the gears until they break

Hold it in and let it consume

Fake the smile and deny

Nothing is wrong

The bomb ticks away

Counting down the time

Of losing my sanity

Through the magnetic pulses

Looked in the mirror

Seeing the ashes that ruin

The stained glass window

That once was beautiful

If I could learn not to be afraid

Maybe then I could truly express on how I feel

Perhaps then I could learn to release my emotions

And not have to worry what others think

I tend to bottle everything In

Making sure that I have full control of my emotions

But It's because that I have held it in for so long

That I have become a slave to my own emotions

I tend to think of the freedom

Of what it's like to be free from my own personal hell

To finally be clear

Of the storm that rages in my head

Because I know one day

I will finally understand

That it's okay to express myself truly

And know that crying is not a weakness