[ghost]: 200.Poetry.Learned too late

I've given up on happiness
now all I want is to live my life in peace
I've accepted all this emptiness
as fair punishment for the sin of being me
And so I walk, my head held high amidst the crowd
but my eyes downcast, I watch the ground
pass by beneath my feet
and as I talk, as if my words still matter
through all the pain, I resort to laughter
to try to hide my screams
You see my eyes, so dry, as I smile so insincere
but live my life sometime, try to cry once you've lost your tears

I move forward, on, away from the past
the whole time, I'm haunted, I remember so clear
the way you'd speak, excited, squeals of delight
and for a moment the universe was realigned
balance restored, returned to order
and suddenly life felt justified

But who we were is not who we are
and our love has become a scar
it's now a blight, now such a burden
one of life's lessons we hadn't learned yet