Questions

What can be said, when time doesn't mend?
What can be done when all you want it to do is end?
When sorrow decides to reap whats left
Your soul of all feeling bereft
Numbness capsizes your spirit
and in its wake all you feel is solitude's grip.
Nothingness.
Void.

What is to be said to one that is hurting?
What can be said and would it even matter?
When that person's heart is shattered
And the pieces scattered
Can that person say that anything ever mattered?
Would it feel as though time were meaningless?
Lost as a concept to them?
And who would search the world with them
for the pieces they have lost?

Lastly, in the presence of such suffering
Of grief and sorrowful remembrance
Would the end of such a life be a greater sorrow?
For who could miss such a desolate existence?
And what would the continuance thereof accomplish?
In the fray of sorrow, there is naught but pain.
Death, or so it seems, is the only release.