May my pains remain with me, I won't utter, I express it not.

Let my pains remain with me.

Let my pains remain with me, I won't utter, I express it not.

A portion of life, every moment gets torn out of me hurting, and flees away.

My heart itself is a wound, no medicine can cure it It deepens further if stared at, and hurts more if touched.

Sometimes, silence works more intensely than a bayonet to slay a tender heart.