My dead heart

Every night, in the silence, I feel pain
Every day, in the sun, I must pretend
When the moon rises, I die yet again
And in the mourn, and see you there, I end

I am sick of the pain that breaks my heart
Your words like knives and swords, make the heart bleed
A silent killer who broke me apart
You make love, not a given, but a need

I’m sick and tired of hurting this way
Please just numb me and take this pain away