It’s Too Late
None of it matters nowYour love turned to hate.You drown deep, in sorrowAnd brusquely, secretly ache.None of it matters nowDon’t even try to validate.It was only yours to borrowAn unforgivable mistake.
No, none of it matters now.There’s no point to negotiate.There’ll always be tomorrowA fresh new start to make.♥-EndlezzlyOriginals-♥
She's out of my life.
“When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand.”
-Henry Miller
