You should have been there

You would have hated it

When all you love is gone

And the stars seem to mock you

Every hug becomes a cover up

Make up is your façade

Fights are the best avoidable truth

Art could not make up a better plan

You’ll need a psychiatrist from now on

And you’ll know no love anymore

Days won’t shine on your face

And you’ll have a hatestain on your soul

Burning like acid till you die

Silent aching in your ears

Silent echo resounding your throat