Saturated

Take my life, scatter the pieces all over. I can't seem to suffice, can't grasp our final closure. Why did everything have to end? Or why did it have to begin? Pain is my normal, misery is my everyday, I'm glad our last talk was formal, I'm glad you actually knew what to say. I promise this will be my last good-bye, we'll never walk this hard road again. And this time I know I won't cry, but ill be smiling to myself within.