For you, I have this dark and grimy thing to reveal.
It floats and consumes me,
so quietly that I put my hands to ears to muffle the unbearable.
This place that hides the pain of my life so quietly I have put this away.
This place that bears the brunt of my screams.
This place that never lets me wander too far from its grip.
This dark, quiet, echo in the place where I sometimes hide.
I bring this to you for your help.
I am frightened no longer of the dark and grimy thing
but of what happens when you see all of it
and I can no longer hide the pain from you.