It began quietly, as many things do.
In fact, it began while I was thinking of you.

The tears started to form in my eyes,
And my lungs became filled with a thousand sighs.

The tears then quietly streamed down my face,
And all I could think was, "Ha, what a disgrace."

So I sat there for a while with my face in my hands,
And all I could think was, "Ha, nobody understands."

It was then that my throat began to feel tighter and tighter,
And all I could think was, "Ha, I never was a fighter."

Eventually I began to quietly whine,
And all I could think was, "Ha, I was supposed to shine."

Soon I opened my mouth and let out a million silent screams,
And all I could think was, "Ha, there go my hopes and dreams."

Mere moments later I had cried my eyes dry,
And all I could think was, "Why?"

"Why did I waste so many tears,
On someone who has given me grief for years?"

"Why did I think you would've changed,
And not still be emotionally deranged?"

"Why do I put myself into this predicament time after time,
And think you won't commit another perfectly devastating crime?"

So I got back on my feet and wiped away all my tears,
And all I could think was, "Ha, it's time to be happy again for the first time in years."