Vaporized Thoughts I Can't Speak Aloud

4.

A continuous silence I face.
From unknown source I cannot trace.
I have never known this pain.
Coming, coming down like hard rain.

I will never be able to express this pain every again.
Once It goes away, isn't it supposed to stay that way?
I never ever truly will be able to tell anyone about this pain, and hopefully I'll be able to tell my self why.

I hope I never have to resort to crying away the pain, because then I feel like I wouldve hit my personal low. I never ever want to go through this searing pain again.

Pensée numéro quatre.