I'll Keep Your Secret

[b]Carrying her sadness, for a while[/b]

I woke up at six in the morning, on a Saturday no less. I had dreamt of death & searching, never to find. & now I'm just so sick & sad, & sorry that I need to get it out somehow.

But what would I even say?

I cried again, like last night. Then I made myself a cup of tea & set my face.

What is done is done & cannot be undone.