Feelings when not expressed hide behind masks of blank facial expressions that leave no impressions. Imbedded so deep they turn into emotional scars and scars not taken care of bleed red like kool aid. The doors swing wide you missed your stop, stop the bleeding and come to your first aid. Your melodies are played with broken heartstrings on a guitar that gently weeps. The floodgate of tears open up like empty seats, hold onto the bars of the prison your mind sits in. You’re riding a train derailed from it’s tracks, there is no need to look back because your train never leaves the station. Please deposit a token of unappreciation to pay for your feelings that have shut down for repairs.