Crying

Crying
 I can't go on,
We don't belong.
Those words break my heart,
I'm all torn apart.
This breaks the glass;
 I'm not your type of class.
That really cuts the rope,
There goes all hope.
You collapsed the steeple,
Now I have to meet new people.
If only you knew how much this hurts,
To see you give up, without one outburst.
I grow weaker every day,
I hold back the tears, but they still come as they may.
I smother the pain,
As I lay here and watch the rain.
You say it's all my fault.
My fault.
My fault.
That's what you would say.
But here in my bed,
I lay half way dead.
 I cry for your happiness,
 I cry   but there is nothing but my sadness.