The Price of Broken Hearts

Silence fills the hours,

the price of broken hearts.

Isn't it funny, how we pay more for

something broken than we do

when it's full?

So funny, I laughed until I cried,

cried until I bled,

and you didn't even

notice.

I think I had something

To tell you, but now I have

nothing to say.

Words were all I had,

But now I'm an

empty glass.

Is this what death

feels like?

The sun is warm and bright,

but it's so dark inside.

Do you remember when,

we used to be so happy?

Childish innocence,

what a kind thing,

but now it's gone,

forever.