Erraticness

Should've

I glanced at the pictures,
Just framed on drab walls,
Reminiscing and mourning over those,
Can't just stop opening what's closed,

You're not here where we used to be,
I'm not there where you needed me,
We're not near with our halted ending,
It just ended when I held onto something,

Shards of glasses fell on me,
As I let go of the frame with me,
This wasn't really destined for me,
I just can't accept this damned reality,

I turned my back as I bled,
With only the madness intact,
And I cried silently as I slept,
Remembering the should'ves but nothing's left.