Though my bloodshot eyes

I look at my altar of grief and despair

A progeny of misdemeanor



Pen and paper are my hands

To write the anguish down

All the words that I buried in my heart

Incapable to tell a soul



Even as they hurt me like a blade

I stood the tirade

Even as sorrow turned to agony

I didn't give my testimony



Distressed and upset, I hit rock bottom

However my lips were sealed

Sealed with ridiculous subterfuges

I turned into my own sacrifice



To free me from this burden

This letter is written to no one

No one but myself



This is my catharsis

Cure from my disease

Destroying the malignant growth

That bothered me so long



Words I couldn't speak

Words from within my heart

Able to tear me apart



Hagridden by the inner urge

To express what nobody's meant to know

All the words that I buried in my heart

Incapable to tell a soul



Even as they hurt me like a blade

I stood the tirade

Even as sorrow turned to agony

I didn't give my testimony



All my distress - All the tears

That no one saw in all those years

Behind a mask - I hid my fears

How can I clarify my soul from those memories

Without losing face - Being judged for these?



This is my catharsis

Cure from my disease

Destroying the malignant growth

That bothered me so long



Words I couldn't speak

Words from within my heart