Tearing pains of the heart,
An empty hollow feeling,
The suffering endured,
Can have no way of healing.

Truth be told, I loved you so,
But I had to hide my thoughts,
Buried them so you couldn't see in my pride,
And now because of this, alone my heart rots.

I can't go on without you,
You meant too much to me,
But it turns out you love another,
Oh, I cannot leave it to be.

You cut me with a knife,
Sharper than any sword,
You went right through my heart,
Your words struck a chord.

That night you told me,
That oh-so-awful night,
Revealed to me how much you like her,
It burned; it hurt, worse than a lion's bite.

In the darkness I still weep,
Alone and away from you,
But the tears cannot wash away the pain,
The pain you once knew too.

I never thought you'd break my heart,
I thought you understood,
You've felt the burn of rejection plenty,
But now so have I, because you could.

The gaping hole within me,
Widens with every breath,
The heart I secretly gave to you,
Has met an early and final death.

That pain so deep and burdening,
Continues to wake me at night,
But you are not a comfort,
And neither is the light.

You continue to ask me what is wrong,
I say "nothing," and shake my head,
I feel the knife dig deeper in,
It becomes a part of me; my spirit is like lead.

Every glance you give me,
You break me once again; will it never end?
There is no escaping you,
For you are still my close, best friend.