Absolute End

In a night full of hope and despair,
I got the message which I too much care.
Again I felt sorrow and pain.
Everything seemed vain.
The barrage which repressed my tears broke apart,
The void was gone, which dominated my heart;
Substituted for feelings which I hoped never to be linked to you.
You saw my inner soul,
And could understand my being as a whole,
But my heart had to be shattered this time.
It was no crime,
Because you had no other choice;
You didn’t want to hear all the time my voice,
And feel my closeness,
Because for you it already seemed endless.
You just wanted a friend,
Who would lend you a hand.
I wanted more.
Now every thought about you seems sore.
For me this has to be the absolute end.
Every new hope which arises will only rend (me)
How should it go on?
Has a cruel fate won?
Does it actually exist?
I’m lost in mist;
Your hand, which guided me before, disappears.
With my eyes still full of tears,
I’m trying to see another way,
To feel again the sunlight of the day.
Although everything is dark,
There is always a spark.
I just can’t see through my tears yet,
But sometime I will; you bet.
While I’m trying to rescue my heart,
Knowing the hole you left behind will stay of me a part,
It’s starting to rain, clearing the mist.
As I can see the surrounding again my hands become fists.
I remember that the world doesn’t care about you,
Everyone else is laughing like I also was used to with you.
My tears are being washed away, so that nobody can see,
What is happening inside of me.
While turning away from this scene,
I’m trying to forget how it has been:
How glad I felt seeing your smile,
How fascinated I was by your style.
The path I went down with you was full of light.
I should have been aware that it can’t always be that bright.
Now the path has ended at a fork. You’ve chosen the one way
I have to choose the other, did you say?
I look at the raindrops falling from the skies.
They seem like being tears from somebody who cries,
Shattered when they reach the ground
I get scared by that sound,
Because I know that I am still falling
Waiting for the impact, which will stop my calling
In the raindrops in front of me
I’m starting to see:
Memories about you
Experiences I had with you.
They all fall down with the drops of rain.
I have to ask myself if I can stand it or go insane.
Like a curtain in a theatre which drops to indicate the end of the act,
I just have to accept this end as a fact.
Wherever the path in front will lead me
I need to start walking to see
Without breaking my neck,
Which would be caused if I ever look back.