I am sad Sad because it's gone Everything I had Everything I was Destroyed. I wonder what is waiting for me just on the other side. I am happy that you are. Not really though. False happiness is just sadness with a good disguise. There once was a man. He loved a girl So the story goes. Oh Romeo, Oh Juliet. Poison. Stab. Both are dead. Except in my story only Romeo dies. I still think of her. Is she happy? Is she alright? How is she? What is she doing? To make the hard decision Was it easy for her? Probably not. I don't have the heart to be vengeful. Hold a grudge. Hate. I can never truly hate. What's the use. I am sure she has moved on. Why can't I? I will probably never get over you. In a way I will. But you will always be the one I truly loved. If you couldn't see how much I loved you in everything I did for you then we truly are two different. Love is a farce. Hiding behind words. Such eloquent and beautifully articulated words. I wish you could of just told me your true feelings in the first place.