Like acid it falls leaving a burning pain
Like a bullet your memories come fast and loud and before you know it you're in pain.
Night after night only the moon knows how you cry.
Wishful you hold on, hoping that through some miracle the pain finds it's exit.
But when it does you're already numb.
All that's left is you staring into an empty space in search of your broken pieces that scattered when you broke before the last tear fell.
Comfort becomes a misplaced item and you can no longer find it.
Happiness like ice became cold and solid
Your heart becomes your antagonist.
And in an instance the pain of nostalgia comes back.