The tears are falling,
Falling down my heart onto my shallow and empty soul.
No sounds are made, just tears that deserve to be shed.
After all, it's my fault, isn't it?
Who told me to give my heart away?
I should have known better.
What made me think that I deserve to be loved?
The only thing I deserve is this hurt.
The sounds are fading,
Fading into the dark and gloomy night
Where no one dare makes a sound
In fear that some one may enjoy it.
And what's wrong with that?
If I am unhappy then they should have to suffer also.
If only that was the case...
I get what I deserve- pain.
I know better than to smile now,
But I'll go ahead and smile anyways.
They don't have to know how I feel on the inside.
It's not as if they care anyways.
The colors are bleeding,
Bleeding into one another to create a color of pure darkness.
No distinctions here, it's not necessary.
The only thing that's necessary is my tears.
The same salty drops that no one cares to see.
No, not even him.
I wish it mattered to someone but I can't complain cause it's my fault.
The love is ending,
Ending because the heart no longer wants to belong to me
(At least not me and only me)
It wants to be split in pieces so what's her name can get a little
Or maybe just a little more than I can get.
But its okay, I'm a big girl (or so it seems).
I'll smile that vacant smile and tell those lies
Just so you won't have to pretend to worry.
Don't you stress it's my fault.
I deserve it.
