• I think I push things down

Drive them down so deep that they get buried and then grow inside me Wrapping themselves around my bones killing me from the inside (A Poison Called Silence)

• We are captivated by their words

Intrigued by their pain, but we don’t heal them We can’t (Who Will Save The Healers?)

• Night falls, and the wounds we try to pretend we don’t have begin to haunt us