Looking forward,
look ahead -
nothing waiting,
nothing said.
an empty heart,
an empty bed.
a silent wish
to just be dead.
Lost within the present pain,
stabbing through my chest again.
Nothing but a sense of shame,
knowing there's no one to blame.
Looking backward,
look behind,
all the sins
not hard to find
in lies forgot
the self to blind
let the hands
of time unwind
End it all, the present pain.
Never want to feel again.
Let it go, the final breath,
Find release in death.
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