Your cold stare is a dagger in my heart.

Yet when you turn away is when I hurt the most.

Pride has gotten in the way, I keep saying

But even when that's gone, nothing's there

I cry silently for my pillow, curled in

Pinch myself hard because it's not a dream

Scars of memories I wish not to repeat

But as my skin open, I felt at ease

I am stronger somehow as I stack these bricks

Stained with blood from the cold war

But pain cannot be felt, I tried. Immuned, I fear

Oh how it was when I was alive.