A violent shove in your own direction.
A sharp knife, preparing, bitterly, for your body's disection.
What will they find inside your mind?
What will they assume, in that matter of time?
Can anything be accepted when they take a look inside my thoughts?
Will they find the raging battle I have faught?
And will they know, that I still havent won?
That all happiness, inside, is gone.
Shall, my thoughts spill out of my disected heart.
Will the truth bleed out uncontrollably?
Will I be able to sustain Inner peace once more?
Will this operation be the cure I have been looking for?