It Was For The Best Poem by Daniel Wittfoth

Don't let the morning
see your tears
Don't let the day
hold onto your sorrow
It may be hard
to paint on a smile
Around those that don't know
of the torn fragements
of once was your heart
Now, when the night surrounds you
bringing emptiness and that lonely void
Know-truly know
every tear that falls
Is nothing more
than traces of love slipping away
Leaving you slowly
and one day you will find
it was for the best...