The eyes, once of love, now seemed filled with hate. 
We scream rather than talk, it seems to me of late.
Your shoulder, once my pillow, has vanished from my view. 
The voice which used to soothe me, the tone speaks of anyone but you.

The tears you cried with me will nevermore appear. 
You are no longer here to hold me, to wash away my fear.
The keeper of my sanity has turned in lock and key. 
I sit alone and wonder, "what is left for me?"

The faces who stood by me have 'turned the other cheeks'
and without their strengths, I am but small and weak.
The hero I once knew has drawn away from me. 
I used to understand you best... the time when you knew me.

The pain that once you healed... grows even deeper now, 
and though I can't see why, it came from you... somehow.
I thought you would help me, I knew you could, 
but now when I need you most, you seem gone from me for good.

I live my life in silence, some kind of tortured hell.
You once lifted me out of it- for you, yourself, knew it well.
Now I sit and hear you laugh, while I hurt and cry, 
and wonder when this all began... when silence and me began to die.