Walking down that darkened road,

All is growing weary and old.

I have seen so many truths, and only one light,

But then, nothing seems to be going right.

Every deafening minute of my dying soul,

Is running on the happiness, that the darkness stole.

My hidden footsteps show no truth, nor any lies,

Ongoing past all the blinding darkened skies.

In a trance so powerful, a desire burning within…

Countless obstacles, blinding my eyes with tears so grim.

Only one, I am clueless of, the one I have loved so much,

Wishing to be a dream for him, a hope of heaven’s touch.

Of whom this one so wonderful, would never love me back,

My broken heart, Shards crushed, from the love of his I lack.

I stare within the distance at the heart I have to win,

A long course ahead, that I only know to begin.

Holding back the stream of tears, wishing to fall as rain,

Knowing chances, of which are slim, bearing all the pain.

I know he will never fall as though I did, and never cry alone,

To understand that emotion to give, he would have never known.

Very few that I know, as not to give up, and never to give in,

A stronger power than I can perceive, from my heart within,

This force controls me to make my every move,

It helps me continue to help me improve.

Erases my will, and stops me to desire

That love in my heart, much like a fire.

Burning on, continually growing stronger,

Nothing to grow dim as an ember.

The power wishes me to remember you no longer.

I’ve broken my heart to many times, I’ve shed too many tears,

I must know, what made me love you, through all these years.

I have grown so weak, as you have broken my soul, and you crushed my heart,

You could not care anymore for me than you ever did from the start.

I have reduced my heart to little pieces, killed my spirit, and recalled so many lies,

Just to gain what I could not gain, to live so helpless, and win what was unwise.

I try my hardest to smile, and mend what I had broken; though I know how foolish I may be,

I over looked the largest value so powerful; it could force your memory away from me.

Though I had loved you with all my heart, I had not given it away,

You had not accepted the gift from me; my heart had you to slay.

I mend the shattered pieces with all I have to remain,

Give my heart to one, who will cause so much less strain,

For the darkening depths of my truthful heart, have not much less to live for,

All the pains and scars I have, though they are healing, are terribly sore.

The light will shine again and kill the sky of, which looks so grim,

Same as though, another will come, and kill my memories of him.