“We are a secret,

They will never know.”

 

by the tone of your voice,

I could tell you doubted what you said.

Repeating the same line,

Won’t take the sour from the taste,

of the words.

You try to convince yourself,

that someway we will win this war.

All we have won are these scars,

with many more to come.

 

Instead of fighting, I will give in.

Pick myself up,

ready to stumble down again.

I stumble whole,

while you fight becoming just pieces,

of yourself.

“We should fight for our happiness,

We deserve to be happy.”

You said calmly.

 

I ask you to tell me,

ARE YOU HAPPY?

Clawing your way deeper into a hole,

blood shot eyes,

lack of sleep.

Your only friend is the rusty razor,

with his grin.

Fight it, Fight it,

What are you fighting for?!

 

We are a secret.

since when does what makes you happy,

have to be a secret?

Fight tooth and nail,

just so you can conquer,

the remains of your broken kingdom.

Since when does love come with a label?

 

This world will break you,

and if you are not broken yet,

then get ready to shatter.

 

Unrequited love never has a happy ending.