Holding on to the secret of wanting to let it all go.
Not hiding back, the fact that your heart is gone.
Trying hard to not let the tears fall down your face.
Realizing that the end is here, and you missed it all.
Love was raining down on you and now it is all gone.
You never know you are love until you stop loving.
By then it is too late to even try to care.
Then pain become the one thing you say you no longer need.
It becomes your friend, and it stays buried deep inside.
It holds your hand when you try to cry.
It lets the tears know that nobody cares.
It starts to go away once something new arrives.
Then once again you missed what it feels to be loved.