I will wipe the sadness from my eyes
and wear a painted smile,
it’s my disguise.
I carry on now everyday,
wondering why I still feel this way.
You are here for me to be better,
but I just can’t bear to read your letter.
I am sure it states the how and why,
about ending with goodbye.
So I will just keep on and wonder when,
the day might come to be me again.
And if that day should never come,
the fate of what we have
I will succumb.