A lot on my mind

I have a lot on my mind today. First, I cannot get over how someone cannot show any empathy to me after all that we have been through. Secondly, how did it ever get to this point in the first place? I probably will never know the answers to these questions, but I know that I have very few regrets. What are they you ask. I guess the first is that I may not have said those 3 words enough. The second one is that I let my heart get in the way of reality. It is just a shame. They say in mourning that you should write a goodbye letter. I am working on it, but it is so hard to write as it just hurts to think of all the good times we had and to know that all the ghost thinks about is anything negative, which were far fewer. It was once said that the marriage was 80% good and 20% bad. I am becoming a statistic because of 20%. The song 'Every Rose Has Its Thorns" comes to mind.

Poison - "Every Rose Has its Thorns"

We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say
Every rose has it's thorn
Just like every night has it's dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has it's thorn
Yeah it does
I listen to our favorite song
Playing on the radio
Hear the dj say loves a game of easy come and
Easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess
Every rose has it's thorn
Just like every night has it's dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has it's thorn
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways
But now I hear you found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess
Every rose has it's thorn
Just like every night has it's dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has it's thorn