When you won't speak to me.

How long have I swallowed this sour agony, rhythmic wantings of my heart.
Confusion slipping, silently sliding down a path that can't be foreseen.
Smiles forced from these wounds, wounds on top of scars…
Silent pain bleeds the most, pours upon ashes, dehydrated soul, it wonders.

Truth

The best things to gain,
Will always come with pain.

Pain can produce fear, doubts and walls. But pain can also produce compassion, wisdom and growth. Change your perspective, and you will change your direction.