I wear my sorrow, carrying it with me whereever I go. Others might not see it through my laughing face, but the hurt is there, cutting me like a knife. This pain in my heart is making me sick. Will the hurt ever go away? Will someone do something? anything? Can anyone do anything? I weep uncontrollably; I forget... Why can there be no happy medium? Of course, no medium would be happy now. Death does not leave room for happiness. When I weep, I long for forgetfulness, When I forget, I feel pangs of selfishness. Rememberance might be the meeting point of my two extremes. It's just too soon, The pain is just too fresh.