We kept laughing for the world and crying for ourselves.
The one we considered our own from the heart became the biggest lesson.
Silence is now the best friend at least it doesn't ask questions.
I still remember every promise only the one who made them is no longer here.
The nights have become long now even sleep is afraid of the pain.
We hadn't learned to let go people taught us by leaving.
The heart is tired of explaining that not everyone you consider your own is true.
Some wounds are invisible but they hurt a lot.
I still feel your absence but I don't complain anymore.
We are broken but not shattered—this too is a kind of pain.
Love taught us many things but it didn't teach us how to be happy.
Shedding tears is no longer a weakness it's a cure for the burden on the heart.
We are still the same only trust has been lost somewhere.
When the pain becomes unbearable a person becomes silent.
Some people are always remembered whether they are with us or not.
