To be, or not to be
but that is not
a question for me.
To feel
To love
To live
To cry
To hurt like a newborn
To fear having to die
Wrap me in a ribbon of pain
Tie me to a cross
Let me hurt so you might be free
Let me lead you when you're lost.
Just don't ask me how I feel
Or try to share my pain
Don't expect me to shed a tear,
And please don't say my name.


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Valnuary, in the year 286 AF.