Happy little heartbreak

Screaming from the gates,
to bring me back to hell.
This is a game,
one of which I'll never tell.
The thoughts are so demeaning,
the scars are to deep to bear.
At times it is uncertain,
and soon enough there's nothing there.
You sit beside yourself in injustice,
while your heart pounds in your chest.
Tears well up inside you,
fear and worry bring you unrest.
Little is known,
about this game.
You have to experience it,
to even find fame.
There may be heartache,
in which splendor is a lie.
No matter how many happy memories,
it will make you want to cry.