The Broken, Tainted Past

These reminders of the good times
Are beacons of light
Struggling to shine through
Shattered and scattered
Through the ruins of a broken life
Long-forgotten smiles
Masked hurt once hidden
But now all that remains
Is memories of a happy past
Tainted with the darkness of a truth
That is sorrow-ridden
Confusion consumes our minds
And hurt fills our hearts
When did we crumble?
When did the strong become weak?
How did we let it go this far?
When did this brokenness start?