Memories into scars

It's rare to see true Faces, damn, it's really few. It's painful to see the change, And makes it harder to engage. Aah, why do they do, I wonder, without a clue. The feeling to know now, what? Doubts whether ,this or that? U may say I should leave But I just try to believe It's just phase... Still it's not my first case..  Every time I know I am fooled My eyes pooled. But those days are really cold I rather stop, to unfold. How can they fake? Killing innocent trust in every take. How can this profit? With poisonous lies as spits. Wished to point out it every single time  But finally I was always said to Get OUT!!!

My pillows are the witness For my eyes wetness. Every day, it starts But doesn't tell me how to stop. My face always have a glow Trying to hide the low Happily none came to know And still , it is in a flow. My eyelashes drenched And mind wrenched, Looking out for a cheer To pull me out of the fears. The nights are a pain Sleepless with mouth shut Nothing to gain But making me more insane. My eyes look weak Hence, specs became my freak I started falling ill Woke up with thought to self- kill. My tears couldn't hold But I am trying to be bold It's been long time this way But none noticed to say. It really hurts I am sick But Want to convert To happy kick.  Will I live for that? Or my tears would be unread?