This was written when my heart and mind defined this contradiction.There was nothing i could have done.Those days play on and on .Now i cannot see what's written on your grave.I saw the white flag raised from miles away.I'm sorry for not being there, twice in one fucking year.You must have felt so alone, terrified of a hollowed home.The only thing hopeless is death.Desperate hope made you cry out, someone end the pain.The only thing hopeless is death.