"Hush now. Don't scream so loudly. Some secrets aren't meant to be shared." At least that's what you tell yourself. In reality, keeping a secret is more like a game of Russian roulette .
The more you pull that trigger, the closer the bullet comes to firing out. Stop holding on, stop holding on. Ha. Ha. Ha. Go on, smirk. You act as if you have everything under control.
Underneath it all you're confused, drowning. The weight of trust and relationships dragging you down. A secret is a piano shoved down the stairs, crushing you under it.
A secret pushes you off of a diving board and into an empty swimming pool. A secret is a rose that pricks your skin and giggles as you bleed out.
A secret feeds you poison disguised as colorful nourishment. A secret is a car that slams into you as you sleep.
A secret grabs you by the feet and drags you into your own personal Hell as the trigger is pulled and engraves itself into someone's soul, leaving them wounded. A secret is very dangerous.
Be careful. Ha ha ha.