My vocabulary for pain extends only for the outside,
Here I was cut, and here I was bruised,
Here I was hurt badly and stitches were used.
So why I cannot express the pain from within,
No words can be found, where the blackness begins,
It’s there, and it’s pressing right on your chest,
It pushes your tears out and gives you no rest.
It sucks your life out until you wither and die.
But that pain, always there, I cannot describe.