Pained hearts,
And the crying starts.
We've all grown apart.
The silk pillows are stained
while pain crowds our brain.
Everyone is hurt
with tears wetting our shirt.
No one is talking.
All is heard is the sound of sobbing.
There's no more happy times,
because of all our little hurtful crimes.
All hearts are broken.
We never knew happiness was just a token.
There isn't any hope.
We all want to tie it, and hang the rope.
We all just want the pain to end,
because we know there isn't anymore happiness to lend.