all the lovely words 

in the world 

cannot mend this.  

all the softest feelings 

cannot bandage the  

jagged anger 

piercing through. 

unable to fix  

what was broken  

as the fragmented nature 

was what it was. 

and now it's gone. 

every song must end 

no matter how many times we replay it. 

every message cannot be sent 

no matter how many times we want to relay it  

sometimes the walls we built  

are the ones that will save us.  

every life must end 

no matter how long we try to delay it 

every memory will fade  

even the ones that might have saved us  

from what?  

We'll never know.