dont think because I don’t cry, that I’m not crying,
because my heart still beats, that I’m not dying,
don’t think that because I smile and laugh, and hide
the pain and dispair of losing my love, my life
that abject failure is bearable.
don’t think that waking in the morning, without you,
will ever feel good, or right, that your infectious laugh and love of life
wont haunt my tortured soul, through endless dark nights.
just don’t think, is the best way, I find.