There are no tears here, but sadness doesn't seem to leave.

Misunderstandings turn into hurt.

Past times with good friends are something to grieve.

There are no walls here, but escape isn't obtainable. 

Communication ceases, understandably.

Looking forward to nothing with no one isn't sustainable.

There is no love here, but it is happy sometimes.

It's hard to make sense of this.

I can't.