Mistakes will be made

When the tears won't fall
Instead they well up in your eyes and haunt you
And once they finally make their appearance
Your foreign to the wetness
Like the memory of what once was
Or what was not
Simply what you thought
When the mind is your enemy
You count the days from when you met
Now that and all days in between you wish to forget
Music doesn't sound the same
Dancing is without rhythm
Food has no taste
When God only listens, but does not respond
When your friends are too busy
Dad is working and you can't find mom
When joy does not come in the morn
and the moon is not as full
When you feel your heart breaking and still maintain your cool
When you are hungry but just can't eat
When you are thirsty but will not drink
When silence is too loud
When you wake up realizing you've been living a lie
Not by way of deceit, rather a truth you created in your own mind
You feel you've lost your pulse
You reek of uncertainty and sadness
When it grows into sorrow, manifesting madness
Flowers have lost their beauty
The stars are not as bright
When alone feels like lonely
And your vices are pacifying
When you feel that love hates me