Just words... or not?

again without the attitude,
again killed in the trash
again, a soldier in the field,
while all the guys
again cup of boiling,
and that's all poured
over the brink
at the bottom leaving
only the freedom of pain and anger
she asked to be nice,
although the long cool
night clubs: friends, whiskey, tequila
and this is a dream
in which she realized
a loss of realizing
that just will not come back
now;....
what hope does not exist
you ask for help from God,
he is unlikely to help U
you are not able to hold; it in your hands
you lost the love -
it is your a main fear
ready to quit,
leave all the power
to restore what has been
but it was close
to the happiness of loved ones
often puzzles that tell you
you just remember everything
and turn around back
remember the last message,
she wrote a letter
Do you remember
when a kiss with him
you read thoughts
They were clean, empty;
and apparently so does not need
but did in moments
of sadness you unarmed
this ridiculous episode of romance
thing of the past, t
he present remains a wound
grams of medical drugs
doses extinguish the brain,
leaving no space even for tears...