Emptiness

Love is something lost 

Trust is something never earned 

Faith is something never believed 

Happiness is something I never allowed. 

 
For years I went like this, and perfectly content. 

I never second guessed these rules I set for myself, 

and for good reason. 

The one time I put down the walls and let them in... 

I should have known it was a mistake. 

 
No one notices the hurt. 

No one cares about the pain. 

No one sees the tears. 

 
From that moment I knew these things were true. 

If all is right in their happy little bubbles, 

why mess it up for a replaceable. 

Everyone knows the pain. 

Everyone feels the hurt. 

Everyone cries the tears. 

 
But what good does this do? 

If one hurts as bad as the other once did, 

does that make it less important?