Trapped by a world of old emotions and memories

Each more meaningless than the last



Made worse by the fact that they won't go away

What's the point in remembering

This touch

Or those words

Or that kiss

What's the point in thinking

About the what ifs

The could've beens

And should've saids

What's the point in feeling so trapped

By someone who's

Nothing more than a name

And a bunch of worthless memories