Nothing left
I guess there is nothing left to say,
When every word just means more pain.
No use for you or me to stay,
if in our presence hurt remains.
With each breath the wound deepens,
And every step I take is strained,
I try to feel, but each emotion,
Leads me right back to this pain.
A knife stuck in my chest,
And schrapnel in my brain,
Never again will I find rest.
There’s nothing left to keep me sane…