It was never possible to shred them,
It was never easy to burn them,
It was never bearable to bury them,

It was never my choice
I had only one option
To do it with a stone heart.

Tore my thoughts
Burnt my self
And buried my dreams.

I chose the mask!
I chose to act brave!
You might have killed me
You might have won
But my tears...

No one will get the pleasure of counting them.