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.