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 forced ones
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 at 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 "please don't go"
or the bitter words of arguments
But the words of acceptance, cutting so sharply
that they barely sting

The thoughts that hurt the most
are the knowledge
that this is not the first time
That it wasn't anyone's fault
and you are alone again.