you cannot let them see you
suffer
you cannot let them see you
mourn
you cannot let them see you
sad, happy or content
you've got to do all that shit
at home
with the bottle
or on the paper
if you show emotion
a frown
a smile
or some relief
they will rip
your still beating heart
out of your chest
and bite down
stomp down
on it
and shit on your chest
make a conscious effort
to smile
to play the right hand
so that you can slither away
in your own filth
and lock the doors
to cry
like the little baby
the little sad sack of shit
that you are
write about it
strive for it
reach for it
the unobtainable
and when you look at it
it makes all this
pointless
because
in the end
she's taken your talent
your life
your passion
and sucked it
right from the vein
that runs to you