bad things happen

sometimes it's better to keep it inside
because sometimes
it's so bad, that
once you let it out
you know
you can't hold back

sometimes things are better left untold
because sometimes
it's too much, that
you just
want to run away and never look back

sometimes, it hurts too much
and you know
you're not a cold-hearted wretch
but you just put on a cold face
and hope your sorrow freezes over

sometimes, it's just too much for words
and only that numbing silence
makes it feel that little bit better...