After all that has been done,
after all that has been said
we can come back
to a time when
nothing ever hurt?
We have failed
In forgiving us
In understanding each other.
Even the destroyed,
they can destroy themselves.
Even broken hearts
They can break apart.
“For even the broken
Even the broken break”.
It’s a pain
That you will never know.
Once
You had a light inside,
now all you have in your head,
twisted the truth,
so what the broken
can ever say?
What is hiding
In the silences
that only you know?
What is hiding
Behind the loneliness
that only you know?
What hides
In the emptiness
that only you know?
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