Remnants of Happiness

I've been broken and fixed,hurt and love sick,
All the things that have kept me down so low,
In life I've made mistakes that made me loathe,
The man I've become with his remorseful woe.

Battles were a constant burden of his own demise,
Forced to fight between what was good and bad,
Sometimes he picked up the pieces of the aftermath,
Or he resigned to his life of unhappy endings perhaps.

Sometimes things happen without reason or answers,
Unaccustomed to question the meanings that  hide,
Maybe it's because he feels like he lived just to die,
The man that had gave his love without a reason why.

Days turn into nights and the days fade into years gone by,
The trials of strife burned into passages of this mans mind,
His dreams were of love and happiness that fell further behind,
The repercussions of living we're reaped without a smile to find.