Since you're gone
What's the point in trying.
Tell me what's point when my heart is dying.
It's about to beat it's last
Fuck this I'm tired of trying
Deep I'm my heart constantly crying try to make sense of you and of us.
Since you left all that's left is this empty silence. It fucking speaks so loud I'm about to go insane. I might as well put a gun to my brain and heart and put an end to the memories and all the feelings.
I gotta fight all this before the silence wins, before my heart run cold and beats last. Becoming silent and a thing of the past.
-Enrique.
YOU ARE READING
kindled.
PoetryPoetry. Words have so many meanings . And I put it all in this book. The love, pain, rage, raw feelings all into this book enjoy!
