Gone.

There is no such thing as happiness
It is a myth; a lie.
Everytime I feel the slightest spark of it
That spark ignites and turns into a humongous blaze
Burning everything I care about.

Taking it away.

Love is an emotion,
so easily ripped away.
Broken hearts happen all the time
but mine has seemed to stay.

You told me you wanted to marry me,
And that he was OUR son,
Even though he wasn't yours you loved him.
And now thats all gone.

I take the old friend from my cabinet
And we shake hands.
Then I see the blood fall,
And see i'm not dreaming.

What happened to everything that mattered?
Now its like a mirror thats broken and shattered.

And there is no beauty in broken glass.