Love is written in words and blood
Pain is anger and tears
Yet my hope is written as shattered
Scattered
and devoured over the years

Each step I take is meaningless
Each thing I say, empty
I have nothing inside me left
except
the memories of people who leave me

As time drags on, my bones dry out
My skin wrinkles and sags
What is the point if there's no one to walk with
to talk with
for everyone else has passed