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 to the point where you questioned if you wanted to live 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 half open Not seeing all that she had been given, but only what she wanted And when I told her that that life that we had created in our dreams could never be, she finally gave way and fell to her knees The stones covering the ground sank into her bones, like the pain that those words carried as they dug into her back Those words etched with the date in September, remained as a permanent reminder for what she lost 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 Chasing away my pride and joy just so the pit in my stomach can grow an inch deeper each day And with every single inch that it grows, and every single cigarette that touches my lips, I find it harder to make it through another day That short buzz sure does the trick, but after packs a day you can watch yourself as you literally decay I've seen myself fall apart more than I'd like to admit Sometimes almost like a standby, watching everything that I once loved come crashing down and fall at my feet But I think the worst part was...that I felt nothing Not even sadness or guilt, or anything that reminded me of being human I was numb to everything and everyone I had lost the only part of me that could still feel And yet I continued to push you away Maybe I thought it'd bring peace or some kind of feeling back in my life But when you chase out all of the light in your life, you also let the dark replace it… I never thought that I'd see the day, as I watch myself destroy the better part of me Cutting off what I lack hoping that it would bring some sort of clarity Seeking what life would be like only half lived But regardless of what I sought after, the fact of the matter is….I'm alone again