They say:

It is better to have loved and lost,

Than never to have loved at all.

Yet they've never tried it,

They've never experience the pain of heartbreak,

And so, when they say that to me,

I reply:

Try it.

- Michael Hall

Sometimes

the hardest things to bear

are wounds that one can't see are there

They're hidden underneath the skin

Within the hollow bones that you swear you can hear crack at night

But that's your broken heart

Headache in your brain it tells you you're not all that smart

Sadness

Corrupting your little veins

The branches in your lungs are out of luck

You feel ashamed

These fingerprints are made of paper cuts

A splinter is placed with a nail gun

Walk now with your broken feet

Or crawl around your own defeat

I still remember the shirt you were wearing. It was the one your mom gave you for your birthday. The one that was checkered and made you look so much older than you actually were.

I remember what I wore too. My dress with the "too many flowers"- as you would say. I also remember how I felt when you told me you were going to war. I felt like my whole chest collapsed on itself and the only air I could breathe was through you, but you were leaving. I didn't cry when you told me. Neither did you. But it rained that day. It rained when you left and it rained when you came back. Well, not you. Your body. They put you in the same checkered shirt. But this time, it made you look much too young.

Looking at the people gathered around

Feeling weak can't help but stare at the ground

They gave me nothing but looks of pity

I can feel the coldness embracing me

It's hard to move forward when all i had was you

Tell me why do you have to leave me too?

The hardest thing to bare,

Is having secrets that you can not share.

Everyday feeling like a lie,

Putting on a persona as a tough guy.

Hard to break down the lonely walls,

Constantly using people like their little dolls.

Everyday waking up but not actually living,

Feeling like this life is so unforgiving.

Needing someone to help you,

You want to reach out but you don't know how to?

Feeling dark and numb inside,

Great love is what needs to be applied.

Tons of thoughts and left with no words,

So used to being unheard.

The hardest thing to bare,

Is having secrets that you can not share.

The lump of regret sitting in your throat,

the thought of "what did I do wrong" pounding in your head,

remembering the lost happy memories you have,

A single tear trickles down your face,

you breath in and out,

and then you remember why.

The beauty in life,

how I stand out;

disapproval in my work,

disgust from others,

flaws I found in me.

Adapting,

changing,

leaving the younger me.

Death has come upon her,

Sickness and tragic stories are amongst us.

You shall never be able to make it through to the end,

and everything you've ever loved,

worked for

shall burn.