I feel the pain inside,
but I know no way to set it free.
I hold the pain, anger, and fear within my body,
The sorrow wells up,
but I instinctively push it back down.
Burry it so far it will never surface.
Feeling nothing is better than this,
Better than the twist of the knife I feel in my chest.
Must I let it continue?
They say it’s healing,
To be vulnerable,
But all I can sense is pain.
Where is the growth I was promised?