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