You have things in mind. To say, or not to say. When you do, you'll end up hurting. If you don't, you'll drown in your own sorrow. In the turmoil of your confused mind. In the midst of the hormonal imbalance. The best solution? We sleep it off. We supress it everytime it surfaces. We learn to forget about it. It may not be a permanent fix. But at least there won't be any regret. For the words could pierce. Sharper than any knife or sword in the face. Good night, world. Let's bury this feeling and despair. May tomorrow brings more joy than tear.