Thought Fragments.

This is when things don't go right; as planned

And another child is put down

Because of your shameless uplifts

When all you think of is nothing but yourself

And all that's left to give

Are discarded images of what you could've been

(He would've liked you so much better that way)

But it's too late now, darling

There's no turning back

Though we're all torn apart

At the thought of what could've been

In time we shall learn

There's no point of dwelling in the past

But its in those memories

That she sees you clearer..

&& there's just no hope, is there?