With every tear he sheds I feel the pain,
I understand being alone.
People use him and move on, and never turn back. This world has been too hard, on a soul that has hurt too much. Why do the best always hurt the worst? Bottled up pain that he feels no one understands and with every heart break comes a crack in the bottle holding every tear never shed. The nights are long when a soul is alone and every thought widens the hole consuming his once present smile. A smile that lit up days is now being eaten away by what night brings. The heart doesn't understand why, why each situation has come to **** what already feels dead. To take away when nothing is left. The smile is fake and the heart is torn, and the soul is lost in dark. The walls keep building themselves higher and higher. A king ruling a castle alone.

I'm worried the walls shut me out, but if I must I will break each brick. Just to show you, you are not alone…