Sick Games And Lost Tears

Lying besides the fireplace
whispering to myself silently
about all the moments we shared
even if you secretly never cared.

Staring at the cool lonely bed
with feelings of disgusted betrayal
so hard on my mind each time
and the tears slowly begin to fall.

Blinking away the tears and years
of all the happiness you portrayed
wondering what this was meant to be
a sick game or just the way you play?

Once more laying on the cool floor
dreaming of how things used to be
when each smile meant something
and each kiss had a feeling behind it.