I find warmth in the cold,
I find comfort in the pain,
And I find the brightest of days, in the darkest of nights.
I find hope in giving in,
I find happiness in forgiving,
and I find weakness, in what didn't kill me, though what i wish had.
I find myself sad, for good times gone bad,
I find myself mad, for things i should have done, but did not.
I come closer to losing the war, after every battle fought,
I lose a piece of myself with every passing thought.
I kill myself a little every time that i try to live,
And I forgot even more, each time i tried to remember.
Every September that i feel the sun of spring,
The more i remeber how much i regret everything.