How is it that I always believe every word without question?
Shouldn’t I know better by now, after all the times I’ve been hurt?
After knowing what to look out for,
Seeing all the signs that another makes you happy?

I still try to delude myself that it’s just one of my minds tricks.
Only lately, things seem to be harder to ignore.
The pain in my heart increases,
Already knowing and accepting what the mind keeps rejecting.

What kind of life is it, when all you do is try to delude yourself?
Convincing yourself that everything is perfect when you know it’s not.
You live in fear of losing the one most important to you,
When, ironic enough, you’ve already lost them.

Every day you pretend all is still perfect,
Knowing that perfect is the exact opposite.
The more you carry on the more your heart breaks.
You put on a good show though, so no one will know.

The day finally comes where it all has to end.
Although, knowing what to expect,
Thinking there is nothing left inside to break,
Your whole body crumbles.

There seems to be nothing left,
No strength. No hope.
Just a broken heart,
Silently broken, never to mend.