An Hero Posted:

The Death Of Times.
 
It's all coming undone.

I guess, in the end, it doesnt matter whether you can make someone
laugh for a second or a year; If you can't help them force a smile at
 the end of the line, it's just not worth it.
Guess I found that out the hard way.

Thought I was in control, knew what to say to bring a tear to your eye, a bead of pure hysteria running slowly down your cheek; Turns out that wasn't a tear of laughter.
Thought I could be the one that would always make you seem happy; Turns out, you got a million others just like that, that do it a thousand times better.
Thought I might be worth a damn; Turns out I'm worthless.

Sure, there were times when we laughed, immense, immobile against the stream of time, laughter shining like a beacon in a bleak world. Times, now seem like a memory, lurking silently in the depths of my mind. I can't bring them back, the weight of my sins ties them to the darkness at the back of my head, deep within the shadows.

I'd give anything to revive them, feel the breath of the life of hapiness once more; It kills me to think that those times are dead. Never again.
Never.

Bring them back; Together, Let's bring them back.

A good poem, but you used too many repeating words. B-