The words come to my ears so suddenly,
"better to have loved then lost, then not to love at all",
I sit and wonder who thought that up,
Thinking they must have been the one who never lost,
How can this be the better path?
This pain is too intense to be a blessing,
I know I'd be better off alone.
My heart is just a hole of what used to be,
My only happiness comes from memory,
Even there sadness looms,
Everywhere I feel the impeding doom.
I don't want to feel this way again,
I don't want to be alone forever,
