Some things are just beyond my capacity
Like being kicked, in the stomach by reality
I’m beaten up by its brutality
Having to change my mentality
Only to brace myself for the worst.
So when I fall, face first, I can at least be familiar with the pain already.

For all the words unspoken
For all the hearts shattered and broken
It will never heal.

For all the happiness that it has brought
For all the memories that we have forgot
It will never be real.

When things finally becomes clear
Hopefully before I disappear
Into the darkness.

What will this transcend?
What will this mend?
Will we ever know.