Nothingness Doesn't Lest

All I have left is my memories,
And all I cried for is gone.
I keep looking through and through
looking for a hole or a void of peace

I keep searching for a tommarow
Where I won't cry or hurt
I know there's nothing left,
but is it so wrong to hope?

I ask myself what to do
do I cry or do I smile
Do I relish in my thoughts of heaven,
and smile at my angel
Or do I face whats real,
and cry at the devil

Hope doesn't die last,
its the soul that does
I feel and see nothing,
and numbness fills me in

Its a feeling that doesn't last,
Its a feeling I wish I would always have
A numb kind of embrace,
Instead of the agony of feelings
Of caring
Of remembering
Of knowing.