What's Left Unsaid

I don't feel like there's much more to say,

It feels like I've poured my soul out in every way.

I know there's parts I've never even seen

Things inside myself only revealed through dreams.

I think I've spent so much time exposing the flaws,

that it seems I'll never ever escape the dark's jaws.

In all honesty it's really not that bad or dismal

I just have a lot of demons that's all.

So maybe my heart seems like some twisted wreckage

Filled with sad stories and some outdated adage.

But I kind of like it, broken but honest

And it will never be fixed, that I promised.

Why force it back together with tape and glue?

Why not let it show what others never knew?

I've been told I'm brave for letting it all out,

But isn't sharing life what life's all about?