Something Was, Something Is

There's no one left to fight I'm stranded in this island called a mess Trying to figure out if the pain will ever fade Like this feeling of emptiness I feel, a lighter shade Of being jaded, exchanged for another like a trade And as I look back at what could've changed I realized that time cannot erase The thoughts of us embraced And I try to hold on a little longer Reach out my hand to you But deep down I know nothing will be reciprocated How could it, when I'm deprecated Decimated to a point of no existence Cut off from all feelings and pain The knife has cut through me, easily Like cutting pieces of bread Once you cut off a part of it It will never be the same Just a piece of nothing that was something But there is something good, I must say Of being cut to pieces Like this conversation I'm having with myself That those pieces can be put together To create something new Something that once was Has now become something that is