Hidden Faces

My heart is aching,

 feels like its breaking.

 The love feels like its fading,

 or perhaps just abating.

 Always seeming alone,

 no one ever seems to be home.

 Seeming to always be lost,

 what is the final cost?

 Always seeming to be cast aside,

 a cloth being pulled over my eyes.

 The heart starting and stopping inside,

 Just stay in the shadows to hide.