How taunting is this day, which is meant for love
but to me another sign that I'm hated above
How can time designed to bring such good cheer
Leave so many hurt, barely holding back that tear
Each moment of the day my thoughts slowly drift
To the remnants of my heart, the great and gaping rift
The one day dreaded most through the whole year
no chance to forget those whom we once held so dear
Each regret, Each sorrow locked
Emerge from where they were boxed
The pain's reborn, then grows anew
As once again thougts drift askew
Each moment treasured which is now lost
Again wondering if i can bear this cost
The numbing anguish, the loss and pain
And how to stop myself going insane.......
