Maybe I won't write again...
Maybe because, it gives too much pain
Maybe because, it makes tears roll down
Maybe because, it brings back memories
Maybe because, it just leaves me all devoid
Maybe because, there isn't a reason anymore
I have celebrated life in them, and also the grave
I have celebrated joys in them, also the sorrows
I have celebrated love in them, even such pain
I have celebrated so much and I'm now empty
I have celebrated with laughter and tears,
With the killing silence that still kills me,
With the purest and truest of emotions,
And what happened at the end?
I find myself all alone, reading
All those lines, I now wish
That I hadn't written at all
And killing the already
Dead me... Again...