Wilted

A love that we once had, now frail and decayed
The aching in my chest, it never seems to go away
No longer picturesque, a goodbye I could never say
Dependant on a substance, Just to make it through the day
We first bloomed in spring, new life and fresh growth
But grew cold just like the winter, A path I now walk alone
No guidance and no direction, the memories now blur
Only our hopes to be remembered, as the flowers we once were
Not the mess we are now
A love that we once had, now frail and decayed
The aching in my chest, it never seems to go away
We're no longer picturesque, a goodbye I could never say
Dependant on a substance, Just to make it through the day
And all the letters that I wrote to you, they live inside my head
A promise broken both ways, a goodbye that I never said
Our world is portrayed in light
Yet the canvas is poorly sown
With insecurity and depression
Substance stitches the scene together
Heaven is hell without you, our house, no longer a home
So keep me in your memory, every time you feel alone
I hope that you find happiness, and I hope I find it too
I always wanted to be happy, just never without you