She looks at me and says that she can’t help but feel depressed.
But darling, looking at the life we’ve been given, how could you feel any less than grateful?
Sometimes it’s hard to feel thankful for something when all it reminds you of are the times when you had nothing left to give.
The times that ate you alive,
As she looked for all the bad that she could, it hid all of the good that reigned true.
Looking only for the downsides and faults of everything, but with eyes only half open,
Not seeing what she had been given, but only what she wanted.
But after all was said and done, I was the one that walked away with the most pain,
I was the one that walked away knowing that I had ruined any chance that I had at actually being happy.
I thought this was what she wanted, I thought this was what I needed to finally make something of my empty, drawn-out life
Maybe it’s because I find happiness in sorrow, or the fact that I’ve never let anything good blossom in my life.
No matter the reasoning, the fact of the matter is… I’m alone again
No matter what happen, im stay, just please stay!
