Broken Heart

Anger surfaces as the truth breaks the hope,
When did the word love become so unimportant?
How to assist the only way that is known to cope,
Music won't drown out this pain, its none too dormant,

Promises are too feeble to stand true,
So sick is the grime that belongs to the liar,
It all ends as if on cue,
Needs such as drugs and pain becomes dire,

Chances are hidden within the silent pleas,
Pride won't allow the hardness to break,
Nothing is more pathetic than a crying please,
No one sees that this facade is fake,

Carrying the pain so he won't be hurt too,
Never will he see this broken heart he's caused you,
Because being weak isn't appealing,
No one sees you are not really living, just dealing.