I cry, I scream, I bleed in vain,
In pain that echoes, calls her name.
She doesn’t care, she turns away,
A fleeting thought, a shadow’s sway.

I beg for her to see my scars,
But she flatters away, beyond the stars.
I want to forgive, to let it go,
But she never asks, she’ll never know.

And in the silence, I break once more,
Chasing a love that she’s closed the door.

I wait for a love that’s already gone,
A shadow of what was, yet I hold on.
Her absence is the cage,
And hope is the lock,
Each day I decay,
Still trapped by the thought.

A love that could never be,
But I cling to the dream,
While she fades away,
And I drown in the seams.

It doesn’t matter where we stand,
A field, a church, or a empty land.
A burned forest, the skies turned gray,
With her, it’s beautiful in every way.

It’s not the place, but who I see,
Her presence turns the world to dream.
Wherever she is, wherever I am,
That’s where my heart will make its stand.

But she’s not here anymore,
And so I stand, staring into the void.
I’ll speak the words I never could,
But they’ll echo in the silence, destroyed.

I’ll invent a tragedy that never ends,
A love that dies, then twists, then bends,
A world without her, forever gray,
Where I exist, but I’m not alive in any way.

And the abyss will answer not a word,
Just swallow me whole, and leave me unheard.

She won’t return, I know it’s true,
Yet my hands still reach for a love that withdrew.
My heart still beats, though it has no will,
For waiting does not hurt,,,waiting kills.

No footsteps, no voice, no sign,
Just empty hours that whisper she’s fine.
And if she’s fine while I decay,
Then what is left of me to save?

When her thoughts no longer fill my mind,
When her voice is lost to time,
I will search the empty dark,
But she will be nowhere to find.

Day by day, I will wither,
A hollow man, a breath undone.
And when the last memory slips away,
So will I, no fight, no run.

No echoes, no pulse, no name,
Just silence where love once remained.
When she is gone, so am I,
No more tomorrow, just goodbye.

A stone tied to my leg,
A note pressed beneath the knot,
Her name, a whisper, a wound,
A love that won’t be forgot.

The scissors rest within my hand,
Edges sharp, freedom near.
But I won’t cut,I never will,
I’d rather drown than live without her here.

I am a prisoner of love,
Locked in a cage with open doors.

I will never stop loving what breaks me,
The one who did nothing wrong,
Except not love me back.