Painful memories golden

My tears fall silently to the dirty cement floor
I hate how I can't let them see me cry
but they must wonder at my strength
a false face I put on for a show
I cry for the sweat and blood that shattered on the ground like a crystal glass from a shaking hand
I cry for the memories, when glory was so close
I cry because I am no longer the person that made me happy
I cry because so many expect me never to change
what if I did change?
would I be cast to the street like a dying dog?
left alone to suffer from the loss of stolen fame?
how is it, that people are so easy to forget what took you so long to make?
how is it that everything I love can be torn away
one kiss, one cough, I share one drink with fate
a drink blood red from the evil held within
the chalace of death I share with the damned
do I find a way through fog, through rain, through fire?
the most valuable gold, is paid for in sweat.