| It pulls me tighter, i must fight, harder and harder, against the tension in my heart, so I will not fall apart. Pulling on me is the ANGER,and HATRED, that is deep inside. No one sees, no one hears, for I lock it away from the unhelpful eyes and ears. More and more, I find it harder to fight, and I dream of letting go, letting it pull me apart into nothing, for I dream of no tension. |