He holds it in another day
Bitter lonely words he can't say
Stress and anger cloud his mind
A hopeless soul longs for truth it cannot find

To cope with sadness he must face
He goes into a quiet place
Breaking the silence of his heart again
He purges the rage with ink and pen

Cutting out the pain with every word he writes
He bleeds it onto solid white
For all the tears he shed alone
He gives a testament to every one

For all the guilt and secret shame
He makes the words reflect the same
Nevermind the hands of the clock
His heart is what tells him when to stop

His emotions drained to the very last
He's given it all he has
The burden lifted when the truth is said
He finds a place to lay his head