The tears that hurt the most
Are the ones that don't fall
When you're so empty inside
That nothing comes out

The smiles that hurt the most
Are the ones that are forced
Not the "how are you, I'm fine" ones
But the kind a good friend has to work for

The laughs that hurt the most
Aren't the ones directed towards you
But the happy ones of other people
That you don't want to burden

The words that hurt the most
Aren't "I still love you"
Or the bitter words of arguments
But the words of acceptance, cutting so sharply
That they barely sting

The love that hurts the most
Isn't the kind that walks away
Or the kind that promised eternity
But the love that was never there at all

The cuts that hurts the most
Aren’t the ones aimed straight at your veins
But the blood that is released within
Along with all of the neglect and betrayal

The thoughts that hurt the most
Aren't the thoughts about suicide
But are the knowledge
That this is not the first time
That it wasn't anyone's fault
And you are alone again