I cry, I weep, for all the love that is missed. The depth of pain and sorrow is deeper than any ocean that my tears try to fill. The lonely heart is always the saddest, and only I, who tries to fill the void truly seems to see all the pain my sole must bear. For no other dare to see the loneliness and loss of hope except for me. And for those that try, are poisoned by my love, for their sorrow will soon show its ugly head. For mine is to suffer for all in need and joy for me is always unseen, for it is so little, just a taste. Enough for me always to want more.