I do not know what title to put...

When..
Concern becomes tools for tearing down..
Sentences become sword that hurts..
Action speaks less louder than words..
I am left swaying in the wind of questions..

Something..
O how I wish i can say it out..
And hard it is to keep it to myself...
But if to be silent is better than not..
Then why should i even leak a word..

And..
When all has been told and done..
I run towards my hidden room..
What a coward u may call me..
But in there I find rest and comfort…

O God please..
Listen to me when I pray..
Do not turn away when I cry..
Take me in and forgive me..
Renew me and love me even more..