Secrets

Scraps of paper, that holds my mind

Words of despair from my heart;

Makes up verses that make no sense

These are things that keep my secret.

Secrets to kill, and some to die,

Valuable to none, but to me;

Some could ruin an' others alienate,

But none would guess, what I meant.

For me to remember, and feel the pain,

Years from now, when I look back.