The Last Goodbye

the hardest thing is letting go goodbyes were never my thing memories are the enemy when someone close to you dies a piece of your heart slowly fades away and at some point you forget whats happening you forget how to smile you realize they aren't coming back so why hold on why face all the sadness and fear why must things be so hard when they disappear why fear what helps you the most why be afraid if you see there ghost when that part of your heart breaks its hard to regain the strength its hard to mend the pieces its hard to erase the memory most of all its a ***** to numb the pain nothing works nothing wants to help it eats at you like its got you in its grasp when someone you love dies your empty you don't know where to turn or what to do your scared of being alone even when they were near its hard to forget.. its hard to ignore... its hard to get over... what your heart goes through to be okay what your mind does to solve its pain what you'd do just to bring them back what you'd give just to say im sorry emotions run wild when you lose someone your not yourself you question things you use to be positive about you push people away to isolate yourself from more pain is this what its like to be alive but feel so dead is this what its like to want to forget what meant so much why did they have to go when it wasn't their time what could such an innocent person do to deserve death why is it so cold once they are gone being numb isn't an issue its the hold it has on you its the life it drains outta you trying to be strong only brings more pain trying to smile when you feel like dying the desire to move on only makes it worse you lose what your thoughts were what your dreams where suppose to be what goals no longer matter what life even is worth anymore troubling thoughts come and go disturbing images fade in and out what is death the thing we fear most the thing that rips us apart the thing that is made to make us suffer the energy drainer the reason you become hollow losing touch with reality starts to kick in losing all hope takes over empty lonely dead inside no where to go no one to turn to nothing can help you no not even yourself is this really how its gonna end?