He cried.

He cried for the person he loved.

For he made a mistake, and couldn't undo it,

and the more he thought about it, the sadder he became.

Sadness hurt his heart, a pain it could not well endure

As he hurt the one he loved the most, he hurt himself more in doing so.

He tried to apologize, but the sorrows fell on deaf ears.

Ears that once stuck on his every word

He tried to move on, but became tied down to his memories,

Memories of happiness.

Memories of sweet fun, and time spent with.

"I'm sorry" he said to the darkness once more, " I love you"

And he cried

He cried for his heart, dying

He cried for his memories, leaving

He cried for his friends, clueless

He cried for his sorrows, useless

He cried for all that he believed, broken

And most of all, he cried because he could

The one person who could make him cry, did

The one he loved the most, felt no regret, no sorrow, no pain

All delusions, made of a sad boys anger.

Where did he go wrong?

And he cried