Nights are sometimes the Worst part of a Day . .
You lay Awake on your bed Staring at the Ceiling
and Memorizing each and every Happy Memory of that Painful Past . . .
You wish that those people ,
who meant the World to You ,
would come Back once Again
And turn your Life into that Happy Fairytale again. . .
But just then a Teardrop rolls down your Eyes
And make you Realize that they are all False Hopes