I nearly lose myself in the abyss,

on a crumbling edge of stone

whilst I contemplate all of this,

What's killing me at home.

This place used to be whole,

and still is from time to time.

Now it's just a shallow grave,

Stealing away my life.

I wish I could say, tell you,

So that you'd Really understand,

How badly it hurts me,

That I'm not there.

It even threw my rhyme scheme off,

The need for tears is distracting,

Too bad I've got a shard of pride,

Or I'd have surely cried,

Myself to sleep every other night.

He said, "I love you,"

I'd smile, and say it back, sincerely,

so he think his words didn't hurt.

We all know the end of that sad story.

How pitiful, I am, Allowing you,

to knock my full glass over!

Where did my self go?

I will not shed a single tear,

I'm better than that.

I should be ashamed.

But I'll just go along,

Facade as strong as steel,

As long as you keep believing,

My broken smile is real.