tell me what the point is
in saying things i should have said already
it's too late now
any string of words i put together
won't have the power to change the future
tell me what the point is
in saying i love you
if you will never comprehend how much i care
i know those words hold no meaning in your world
people tell you all the time
tell me what the point is
in saying goodbye
if i keep seeing you in my memories
the thought of you burns my heart like a hot iron
we both know i could never let you go
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poetry trip.
PoetryA collection of poems about trauma, grief, addiction, childhood, and loss.
