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It's broken pieces upon which to stare,
all was good and fine till you spat upon my care.
These tears are not just the pain now felt,
but submission to defeat as destiny would melt.
Forged a world with you alone,
this cold haunted the thoughts that moan.
Swept along deserted planes so dark,
refined memories radiating a mark.
Living each day with your memories well kept,
the harsher reality of rejection to accept.
Countless tears so sublime,
heartache and pain growing in the mind.
Falsehood now reveals what was long dead,
from the start realization should have been spread.
If only the truth could earlier be read,
than this confusion and illusions roaming freely in my head.
What was I?
Were all your words such a lie?
All those "I love you's" and times that I felt alive,
Was it a road to insanity that you wanted me to drive?
Even these tears beckon the submissive way,
of lies that left me wandering along the wrong path - always astray.
Thinking that I belong - that I'm someone,
But I guess the truth is that I'm really no one.
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