I wont let my feelings inside come out of hiding.
they’ll be there till the  end. It wont go away. I feel
them trying to break free. there at the surface. one more
thing that’s  more important. pushing them down. It’ll
be alright. as my wrist cries. I might slit it open one last
time. to push them down to the bottom of the sea but they
always find there way back to me...they came out
before...ill fight till the end...ill fight them with my
last breathe