Unspeakable

Pull away,

shelter myself.

It's not okay,

it never helps.

To cry the tears

that make you weak,

to tell the fears

you shouldn't speak.

And in your lies

you wait for pain,

you search with eyes

downcast in shame.

Confused,

withdrawn,

enthused

to be gone.

You're not yourself.

You're letting go.

You won't be grieved,

that much you know.