Our Last Night

If its what you want,
then don't talk.
We'll sit here in silnce;
no words, no letters.
We'll sit here in silence
because maybe its better than realizing the truth we cant handle.
I feel as if im trying,
and Im willing to die to make you realize
our situation.
As if nothings enough,
we could make it out alive and unharmed.
I keep this inside
with the best intentions,
but it brings out the worst in what we have.
We will get out alive.
My stomach feels like caving in every time I hear these words,
"its never too late and later is better than what we have."
I feel as if I'm trying.